let me cook you december sun melodies
on my oversized stove made of coal
our bodies (intertwined) shall restore us
in morning diagonal light
your frog-like eyelids flicker
and i kiss them like rosaries on a lost priestesses neck
today let our sins be orgasmic
it is now that our holiness conjures up night
at dusk, we walk back from dinner in almost summer rain
and i imagine your fingertips licking the small of my back
forming lines that spell out love
you feel that electricity don’t you?
this is only
the beginning.
