your caress soaks into me
into a thirsty heart

my bristling thorns
melt into soft mink
and I know you're a good man

you stroke my cheek
with the back of your fingers
hands slightly cupped

the apple of your eye
fully revealed

i love the buttes of
your shoulders
the sand dunes of
your belly

and your tears fall
like rain on cacti

Soulsurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/10/2020