our desire for one another…
how flagrantly it embroiders the night!
it circles inside the knots of uncharted flesh,
leaving no space for denial or refutation.
the haunt of it is pivotal, and,
like the deepest of secrets—
inside this romanticism lies
the ultimate act of surrender.
inside this eroticism rests
inside the textured brocade of
inside that part of my body where
the hunger sparks as dew…
inside the weave of this intensity—