Wednesday 19 August 2015

Cross-Pollinated.

I let you whisper in my ear when we’re out
And I smile conspiratorially.
Together we are untouchable.
My heart rattles the beat of us

In the sun in the car
With the beach and
Our music speeding toward a house full
Of towels and sundresses
We smell of sunblock

And my sunberry skin
I, slicked with salt, I
And a spattering of sand
With sunned in strap marks
On my neck.

You peel away my
Still damp bikini top
 To see my tiny cold nipple
And warm it with your mouth
Everything is there
My whole world is inside your
Warm mouth.

As the sun sinks our
 Sunburn ascends with
Prickle warmth, itchy
And memory laden
I haven’t been burnt
Since childhood
It is a good pain

I slip between cold sheets
And we lock legs
You palm my belly
My body arches and we slide into a knot
That reaches all the places

And we knotted find
Our own rhythm
The back and forward of love, of lust of
Pleasure of need

And we gently increase
Our speed our muscles harden
I notice a bead of sweat
On your brow
And I think about
Licking it off

I let you quicken
I feel you fatten and plump
You open your mouth and your
Cry coils into mine

What is this moment?
This coming of us?
How loud and unabashed
We are never more vulnerable
Or more beautiful than
When locked in fleeting ecstasy.

My skin is perfumed with you
I have scented your hands
We have cross-pollinated
And we lay
Basking in that
Ancient ache
Dropping into a satisfying

Exhaustion.