offerings

offerings

let me my love
lie between your legs
fragrant with rose apples and june plums
with the nakedness of keneps
to be plucked and sucked
from the hollow of your thighs

let me tongue-glide you
down into salty sweet
licking gently
all night
feeling the pulse
beat through fingertips
praying with rosary beads
take you unrestrained
lifting twisting falling
too wild to be contained

let me my love
bring you gentle open palms
and rains
moths burning their wings in desire
bring you a faded map
of lost childhood
sudden wild birds
across an evening sky
brilliant fishes
invisible stars

let me my love
love you
till darkness come
till daylight come again
till kingdom come

michele voltaire marcelin

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