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

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