You say
You feel
Dizzy when you
Kiss me
So do
I
Is it the slow dance of
Dopamine digging grooves
Between our bodies? Or
Is it the velvet hum of
Desire, lulling us to quiet?
Watch me, watching you
Can you see it? This is
Hunger, wanting taking shape.
(Anything more definitive,
And you will scare the birds off)
I like to burn slow but
You, dipped in Sun
Blessed by God
Looked so sweet beneath
Changing skies I couldn’t
Help but tilt
Towards your beams
Now tangled in
Your taste, I try
To decipher what
Lies beneath desire.