Inhabit me in a timely manner without letting me know,

dry these tears that have no addressee to console them,

cruise the skies on my lips anointing them with your breath

 

Inhabit me… hoping to be discovered by the light that bathes your skin,

feeling the sweat soaked in fever,

making the pleasure deeper

 

Inhabit the nakedness of these words that have no language,

only the urgency of the skin

 

Inhabit the desire that fertilizes it

in such a way that makes it lose it’s awareness,  

on your lips, with kisses not yet given

 

Inhabit my heart, my beats, my senses,

inhabit me in all of my ages,

even, if you’re not sincere…

fill the summit of my gut with jasmines

 

And then...

be flame and ashes,

relief and wound,

the rose that loses its petals on the branch,

and at that instant, when you walk away....

my thirst will persist, my cravings will have no limits,

the brief moment of a memory

 

Inhabit me…

 

©Noris Roberts