i am listless
with the cold creek tears
of post traumatic romance
nestled lightly along
the traces of your velvet flesh.
i have dreamt to rise
with the morning
to the bittersweet taste
of savannah roast
and honeyed lips.
content to lose my bearing
in the fawning
spiral mazes
of woven gold
pinned rightly so
punch-drunk patience
in shallow wonder
of petal scent
and ship sinking
valley hips.
will you expel
your weary burdens
beneath the quiver of my touch..?
so that i may bury them
deep within my lungs
as cancer-smoke
deadly in my breath?
time may watch me
waste no glance
beyond your lonesome grace
and doting bare wander
til i am blind with
Venus lust
for your soul-steal gaze.