I fondly remember how trust was dipped
into each other's ink. We wrote a bond
of naked words with neatly sharpened nibs;
safely sparing delicate hearts from
desire's wicked horns. We licked and touched,
explored our skin; caressed each other's throats,
until your words put on their clothes and smudged
the care bond with gentle dominant strokes.
But my mind will deny another's lips
meet yours in public scenes, your words would need
to bare their flesh, like hope upon first kiss
believing one language bodies can speak.
These last words red, reflect our chemistry
a ****** mind ******* poetry.