let me kiss you 
below the depths 
touched by simmering rays
crashing like waves onto your bronzing skin
on a sunny day 

may ravenous fangs 
sink into the nape of your neck 
holding back the pining force 
of seven hundred clamping bear-traps 

starving to death for your tomb of life 
     la petit mort // la petit mort 
an afterlife womb 
  where heaven & hell mix
         craving more & more  

gliding fingers ski southward 
tracing outlines along silky snow
    i connect freckles 
                                   dot•to•dot 
sketching a finger-painted masterpiece 
along the canvas of your burning flesh

hallelujah 
hallelujah 

hips thrust up as lips meet lips 
now dissolve on my tongue
                                    
shifting gears & counting speed 
melting me as she breathes 
earthquakes shake over quivering bodies 
turning calm seas into wild stormy high tides

blood rushes into flushed cheeks 
she floods my shore 
like a tsunami at the break of dawn 
on all fours begging for more

black on white strikes gold 
while grey melts in between 
tap-tap the beat of a snare drum 
hitting the high hats where the dots of i
meet the passing crossroads of u̶s̶ 

sweet & sour sweat drips
splashing from sheets onto the floor
steam sways & burns  
as the scent of burning wood 
fills the empty spaces of our room 
an unspoken language with signs of smoke 
as flames burn through the old 
& come again glimmering new