This heat, my darling, is no more a sin
than sigh & gasp slid shudder mouth-to-mouth.
It is my love frothing; my garden blooms
beyond the bliss of the sun rolling back.
I’ll have you swear this heat, creature, and taste
behind that pulled-down shade. Your fingertips
tap the windowpane like hot-metal hooves:
soon you’ll feel my throat tending to each curved.
True – there’s no ape under an umbrella,
as the mouths of a shade hook petals to teeth.
Yet your heart-valves curl into a wide smile
and tease my secrets at me underneath.
Pour your breath like liquor. Lick the fire
in your skin –eyes whiten to desire.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:01 AM UTC
This heat, my darling, is no more a sin
than sigh & gasp slid shudder mouth-to-mouth.
It is my love frothing; my garden blooms
beyond the bliss of the sun rolling back.
I’ll have you swear this heat, creature, and taste
behind that pulled-down shade. Your fingertips
tap the windowpane like hot-metal hooves:
soon you’ll feel my throat tending to each curved.
True – there’s no ape under an umbrella,
as the mouths of a shade hook petals to teeth.
Yet your heart-valves curl into a wide smile
and tease my secrets at me underneath.
Pour your breath like liquor. Lick the fire
in your skin –eyes whiten to desire.