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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