You ask me what I thought about Before we were lovers. The answer is easy. Before I met you I didn't have anything to think about. Making Love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea. You wake me, Part my thighs, and kiss me. I give you the dew Of the first morning of the world. Your tongue thrums and moves Into me, and I become Hollow and blaze with Whirling light, like the inside Of a vast expanding pearl. As I came from the Hot bath, you took me before T… فراءة المزيد
The Lovers
She is about to come. This time, they are sitting up, joined below the belly, feet cupped like sleek hands praying at the base of each other’s spines. And when something lifts within her toward a light she’s sure, once again, she can’t bear, she opens her eyes and sees his face is turned away, one arm behind him, hand splayed palm down on the mattress, to brace himself so he can lever his hips, touch with the bright tip the innermost spot. And she finds she can’t bear it— not his beautiful neck, stretched and corded, not his hair fallen to one side like beach grass, not the curved wing of his… فراءة المزيد