so slide that way you slide,
so shy,
wanting mouth open
trying to overcome the
hideous transgressions that limit
the capacity of your heart, your  soul
so shallow and broken it seems
only to slither beneath me again
in a lustful dance,
a lilting trance, where I learn
again
to trust you
again, and suddenly, I want
nothing more than the
deepest reaches of your mouth,
your long arms like willow branches,
the way they wrap around me
in times when I no longer desire
a simple word, a celestial sign
that says, “This is our
circadian rhythm, darling,
it is a habitual love.”
Your words haunt your
fingertips, closer my love,
kiss the lips that have
spoken too deeply,
I run from this hatred
of myself for what I have
let you make me.
But you breathe me in like air,
and I can feel the pump of blood,
the rhythm of two hearts
beating together into one
bleeding together into one pool of
shivering lust.