the tryst

amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging

we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours

tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides

we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creep.

ride all you can

slowly
I climbed on top
you want me to take charge
you told me
I will love it too
like perpendicular lines
we met at a common point
now feel how wet
the road is
do you still want to let go?

here comes the roar
followed by a grinding
screech
faster,deeper
legs weakening
hips swaying
to our bodies' beats
trembling in ecstasy
your fingers play
with the main
button
please don't stop

i promise I'll be a good girl
I'll push and thrust
like never before
oh my
carousels
merry-go-rounds
bump cars
roller coaster
ferris wheels
and in this confusion of
soaked sheets
and carvival-like rides
let's ride-all-you-can
until it's time to
come

in remembrance

my sheets burst in flames
as we crackled like firecrackers
lighting up the gloom

in the silence of our cooling bodies
i planted a delicate kiss
on your nape, eyes closed

uttering a silent prayer
for each sweat-soaked thread
tasting all things stale and bitter-sweet

now in cinders

like flame on my tongue

twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue