fingers
trace my body
tactile trails
tingle and
blossom into
electricity
fading to forever
moments dissipating into
memory

words
fall from your lips, steam
from the brim of a
boiling cauldron, billowing
spell imbued breath
breathing life into
dormant seeds of poetry
that crack, spilling their
insides, sprouting sensually
spiraling tendrils, unwinding
whispering wisps
that kiss my neck
with hot, wet leaves
fingers of a fae