Glisten

And in the west,

we met,

and the sun came down

around our ankles.

We spoke in

moans and hisses,

licking in the moonlight,

dancing together

in a minor key

while the rain fell, and

we lassoed droplets

from the air

with our tongues,

glistening.

I could see

even through the

fog stained window,

that I would have to

write myself

up from under

the ground,

move magic and

the earthen beats

aside with my teeth,

if need be,

stare through you

to the moon and back.

There was no outside

rapture coming

to aid,

so I sat and

held tight my hands

to my throbbing skull

and sank into

the erogenous zones.

Oh love,

I almost remember.