The unspoken heat
Between us seethes
Peering between the bars
Of it’s cage
Yet so often, it’s lust
Is mistaken for anger
But here, we pass one another
The means to set it free.
Wrestling against one another
Mouths blooming where they meet
Hands finding something worthy
To touch, the fragile strength
That grows and swells
Like a stormcloud
Soak me with your rain
Deafen me with your thunder
Burn me with your lightning
This beast,
It has your eyes
And my voice
Come here
Set
It
Free
MB Blissett 