BETWEEN US
we meet
where the river
runs into the arms
of the sea
ripe and full
as autumn moon
just a glance
sends shivers
up and down
our spines
it is all funk
between us
brash and beatific
fingers always
discovering
sensory curves
sweet watermelon
on a summer night
fervor
connect us
geography of Caribbean islands
brown skin against
desired flesh
ANGLES
sometimes
i feign sleep
just to watch
you exercise
i image
insinuating
myself in all
the curves of your body
to be the air that
surrounds you
even across the room
i taste you
green as kiwi
i am more intimate
with the smell of
your flesh than the taste
of my own mouth
perhaps this is
the movement
from lust to worship
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