Carry me to wine lips, let me taste
the essence of your fingertips,
go slow and drench my frame
upon my touch, part holy water
presences with bare beautiful.
Floor to path, chair to bed renewing
patience… hunger tending wounds
over our very first, lining the bed with
touch me slow, term my future
gently, your essence tightens
outside glass bells, cupping my alter
ego me on silk and down, fulfillment.
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