beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

As a bird reads sky

With a look

Summer lightning

Strikes my heart

I would drape you

In treasures

Of attention, 

My dark, rough hands

Offering their gift

My lips forming the 

Shape of your name

Against the hot, sweet spots

Beneath your clothes

Holding you

Tight with understanding

Reading your silences

As a bird reads sky

Breathe with me

Tough out the darkness

I wait through it

With my knowledge

Of you

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