• Poetry Slam

    Circadian

    I prowl restless empty streets Savoring your breath upon the wind Hungry for lips, tongue, the hard safe circle of your arms   Indoors, art-strewn walls sing and remember our passion’s roar We are animals sated, panting Love-slick drops roll down our limbs entwined   At night I sink into a white-pillowed embrace Dreaming ecstasy, dreaming bliss The seeds of hunger buried deep, fermenting   Morning dawns and I lie curled in your apostrophe You whisper the day’s excitement Enchantment is birthed anew