Your lips tremble with a shudder as the breath you’ve

Been holding all day escapes, disappearing into the dark

You enclose your room with knowing only then will I come

No longer a quiet pleasure kept safe from the sun

Hidden in your daydreams, protected from scrutiny

No longer the patient one sitting in the back

Of your cluttered mind like a thought you feel good

For being bad for

No longer kept within page after page of your novels and diaries

At the foot of your bed bound in binding tasting only the soured

Scrawl of ink and pretending it’s blood

But……..ALIVE NOW AND AWAKE

UNDER YOUR SHEETS AND BEDCLOTHES

CLIMBING THE LENGTH OF YOUR BODY

YOUR SKIN MADE FIELDS OF GOOSEFLESH IN MY WAKE

YOUR NECK BARE AND NAKED AGAINST A ROOM

AMIDST WALLS THAT WILL NEVER TALK
YOUR BODY ARCHES

HANDS SEARCH THE BED FOR STABILITY

YOU SIT STRAIGHT UP AND IN SO DOING

BECOME ONE IN SURRENDER TO THE

MOMENT THAT HAS LEFT YOU IN ONLY AGONY

IN ANTICIPATION OF IT’S COMING

AND AS THE SWEAT BEADS, GATHERS, AND

RUNS DOWN YOUR BODY LEAVING THE SHEETS

COLD AGAINST YOUR SKIN

YOU FIND YOURELF THERE WITH ME

HUNGERING AS I HAVE HUNGERED FOR YOU

YOUR NAME IN MY BELLY

BURNING BOILING ME ALIVE

TIL I CAN SEE YOU

HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS

AND FEEL YOU PASS THROUGH ME

NEEDING ME AS I HAVE NEEDED YOU

STAKING A CLAIM FOR YOURSELF

IN THE DARK

AS THE NIGHT HAS LAID CLAIM

TO YOU

BECOMING REAL TO YOU

FOR YOU

AS YOU HAVE BECOME SO

TO ME

FREEING YOU AS YOU HAVE

FREED ME

FEEDING YOU AS YOU FEED ME

William Bove

   
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