I hear you in the quiet spaces of my soul,
And write you between the invisible lines
Seen and read only by me.
When I expel the heart-heated breath from my staggering lungs,
I feel you on the breeze,
Slipping through my open-mouthed vowels,
Licking wild rivers down the silken insides of my quaking thighs;
They shake the flesh from the bone from how violently you rattle me, my sweet love.
Burn me on my dark side first
And unmute the covered moans
Hiding in the curled-up crinkled corners