Ryan James

 

Silver

Silver.

 

Tasted wanting flesh

Hot breath

Hands tracing yearning skin

And I give myself to him

Silver licked

Wicked bite

Locked arms

Eyes tight

Sharing breath pattern

Under incense

Lantern gently knowing

Lightly glowing

And weaving

Its dark finger down your back.

 

Body heat and gin,

Eyes are closed

Feet shall win

Yield to Lover, and I did

Bodies move in time again.

I cannot wait beloved

This pink mark shall by my sign

I shall sing to you in poems

With the sea not far behind

The motion of the river

As our bodies under slept

You are everything, beloved

And my favourite secret yet.

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