here we lie
you and i
biting
shadows
off each other's
bodies
taking chunks
off
gulping light
in
the dark
i dip
my fingertip
adding
to the black barrage
of your eyes
serenading
the edges
of your eyelids
what is it
that
we are trying to do
which spirits
are
we
trying to
evoke
sinister
fear striking
yet
so
seductively tempting
that
we
can't help but
move our
finger
on
each other
like
writing
a love poem
on
a ouija board
and then
this move
to stand in front of a mirror
first,
side by side
and then
you leading
the way
the way
me,
following behind
i cup your breasts
and talk to them
with my
pleading fingertips
desirous
delirious
seeking
to make them
seep
paint
with which
i can paint
the background
of this poem
the lines of which
i pull out
like satin strings
from every inch
of your body
with which
i cover my hands
my face
a string
reluctantly
hanging from
the corner of my lips
i try
to grasp
this string
and
i try to
make it
multiply
in to
a
lyre
we strum
from either
side
creating
resonance
and plucking it
out of thin air
shaping it
in to
a passion fruit
in to which
we bite
with fused mouths
tongues
lips
spit
till we devour
the last bit
of it
and then
we rub
the back
of our hands
against our
mono mouths
and
look
at each other
aroused
by this
ripe
appetizer
ready
for a bigger feast
a dinner
which lasts
this night
the next morning
afternoon
and the
espousing
night
so
here we lie
you and i
biting
shadows
off each other's
bodies
taking chunks
off
gulping light