I touch my lips and think of your words gliding across them
with a succulent fullness of breath and tongue.
Where this lustful desire catches reason by the throat and softens
it’s grip on the page.
My mind seeks virtue and my body is on fire,
And the heart wavers between the two.
Somewhere you stand or sit at a digital distance
with letters between us
I could open myself at a moment’s click.
My fair-haired friend, my noble intentions in duel
with lascivious enrapture.
And where last night’s wine flowed so did my blood in a crimson tide
till thoughts became movements and movements my being.