Damp from the rain outside
And dirt under my nails
Hands shaking with fatigue
And there you are
Bare to me
Excuse the rough way I look at you
I’m elegant hunger
Except sometimes the sight of you
Overpowers me
Take you and pin down
This writhing hunger within
Because I’m supposed to be a furtive
Appendage but I’m a satyr,
A lustful pilgrim finding
Salvation between your quivering
Thighs and my kisses there
Are prayers
And I pray with such focus
That we will both see God.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
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