Desire is a stray bird

Desire is a stray bird
with ragged plumage
proud
but dirty and desperate
desire is a winged scavenger

desire is red wine

I drink you like

Red wine

Thick, sweet

Open mouthed

Bare necked

And straight from the bottle

You make my cheeks warm

And my head spin

desire is pumpkin tendrils

It is an organic thing

Like damp soil

Like vegetable scraps upon a compost

A heady cloying warmth

I press my hands against it

And it molds around my fingers

It grows

Rich and

Earthy dark

Like chocolate, like mud

It ferments

And fantastic things happen

Like pumpkin tendrils

It is procreant

And fertile

Just add liquid

The sweet sap of our thighs

heaving sighs

And it grows

rampant and unruly

It is an organic thing.

It is a wild thing.

desire is a city of stone

Will it ever grow stale before I do?

Before I wither and erode

My heart

Like charcoal simmering golden black

A dried up fat river,

Dank and mossy tangle of roots

My soul, grey

My body crinkling like leaves

Will this passion for you ever subside

Because right now

It feels like it will remain stoic

For one thousand years

A city of stone

Inside my body