Dear
Lover,
you kiss like sex
your back pressed
into the picnic table
platform sneakers discarded
maxi dress pushed aside
my naked thighs wrapped
around your denim hips
satin lips
control slips
it’s your
touch like flame
flogging lust into my skin
solder. this
is me
and you together
my
back pressed
against a kitchen wall
seconds thirds
fourths of you
unset the dining table
for the finest dessert
the duet of our lips
my fists in your shirt
we
are plaster
to the wall
your nose nuzzling my nose
your hand on my thigh
your tongue flicks my lip
my knees shiver, give
welded to your kiss
your palm against my spine
my heart knocks my ribs
in fantasies
by moonlight
I see your lips
wrapped in darkness
all dreams of kissing you
what is time
between your kisses?
we live between
the ticks of the clock.
you know what, lover?
I think I could love you.