B is for A Lust Apart

we should burn slowly.

give the spirits enough time to tie their shoes.

so they can witness

what a man born of a woman

can do

to a woman.

i have an urge to grab you in the streets,

pull you from your bearings 

make up for lost time by making you up against a wall

ten fingers must not wait for a room with a view...

when last have you eaten?

i have been famished forever

banished even longer while every pore

calls out your name

and every part is sore... sorely missing you more.

 

still...

we should be careful about this... burning.

you. sweat. alcohol.

i. am. flammable.

and sati will be performed on this mattress

as we undress in flames

and celebrate in ashes

we should....

shouldn't we?

digest each other slowly? tenderly? 

roughly... three hours?

not continuously ours but hours all the same.

tell me this lust lives in two

tell me there is space in you

a warm heart

eyes vivid 

breath short

tell me this is true for you...

or free it that it may die alone.

tracy j h

16:06:2012