Dear Lover,
Love is floating beneath the roof
waiting for the perfect moment
to tackle your tongue
when you are too vulnerable
and defenseless
to keep running
it is waiting…
to slide inside
and froth out
simmering
on the surface
of your vulnerable mind
waiting for the moment of completion
the claim and the possession
and then, you slid inside of me
and your lips took mine with fire
the baptism of a galaxy,
the marriage of Saturn’s rings,
the birth of a star,
the sacrifice of a moon,
Love’s hands around my neck
choking me
the claim and the possession
we were vulnerable
and I could do nothing more
than breathe your name
over and over
while you breathed mine