the symbols all mean nothing
pressing desperate against your skin
my fingers lust faceless towards
your soul
through the soft flesh that encases it
parting bone in the wake of my kiss
the homeless emotions I have
find solace within the depths of you
the symbols all mean nothing
heresy, even
pressing disoriented against your heat
drinking the wine of your shuttering
climax
inebriating myself with the pleasure
feasting like a creature unfathomed
weeping in earnest upon waking
from your
dream
