No more,
a hidden continent
now i know,
the last of the secrets,
within the shadowy downs
of the geography,
you held,
has the signature of my eyes,
every sparrow and dove
in bushes has heard
my voice, speak to them,
in whispers,
from the depth of my heart.
2
Your armpits smell like
hay from from last harvest,
and psychedelic mushrooms,
of the river side;
your saliva tastes
like winter light;
on full moon nights,
your secret forests
have the diffused
taste of mint
mixed with a dash of musk,
that heightens the spirit.
Your fruits aren't
the overripe sweet-
i don't go for;
they taste tarty,
on my toungue,
that make me swoon,
with delight.
3
Your voice turns
to a husky shiver,
when you are moist,
your nails sail
like ships caught in high winds,
across the seas of my back,
showing an intense
thirst for my blood.
When my fingers touch,
expectant softness,
you grit your teeth
as if you are hurt,
by the intense attack
of high waves that devastate,
your final resistance.
You lung forward,
as if you want to eat me alive,
out of love;this moment is
like a huge boulder,
rolling down a hill
and can't be stopped
unless we make it fast,
we try for that our level best.
Your eyes are now wild,
you are a tigress in heat.
4
We have exchanged
all our intimate secrets,
for the sake of love for each other,
and stand naked
in front of the mirror
life holds.
OOO