Sex and the Alchemist

Oh please now,

let me come on in,

down inside your eyelids,

sinking low

and subtle slow,

to the thrusting space

between your hips,

my head and

legs

split open

by the alchemists light,

found in the deep,

inside the fury earth,

yet also within my molten womb,

resurrecting musing moans,

I melted back

into your beating chest,

and we rocked and hurricaned

so easy whilst together,

slowly in and out and inside me,

your hands bled freely

from my thorny skin,

I sucked the blood up

through the rafters,

left you pinned against the wall

with gasps of pleasure,

then we stray,

your hands to my

shoulders,

down my arms,

sending a shiver up and down me,

soaking bedsheets,

sex screams

and tree whispers

fissured through

my dreams

leaving me

weary walking

absent-minded talking,

lushly lurking

in the daylight,

rounding corners,

unexpected hallways,

into your periphery.

I stared you down

naked

in the mirror,

with such heavy

syrup sighs,

drink and fill up

your mouth

with my

rhythms,

keep sacred

the moon,

her lover

the sandstorm,

her worshipers,

the rivers

that slurred

their sanities

ever onward

to the ocean.