I run my fingers through
your multifarious constellations.
The moon surrenders
to the will of your wolfish grin
and I follow madly into the night.
Unaware of the complexities
of our destiny, shared or not.
My heart is taunt with your resonance.
Each night without warning
I raise my pale face to meet yours
and expel the air from my lungs
in one long, lovesick moan.
Inside of your lacustrine eyes
I submit to lustration,
to your pretty mouth
as it falls against mine
again and again.
I want to feel your reckless pulse
like a branding iron betweenÂ
my palpitating thighs.
I want to spread you out
like a sheet and tuck myself
into your circuitous margins.
I don’t need a sign
so long as my instincts
remain intact.
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