Writers Jam

strangers in liminal spaces, find each other
when wheels of fate turn & click into preordained harmonies.
one cycle, opening its mouth to another
haunted by formless whimsy & erotic tension.
naked souls illuminated by starlight –
doused in milk & honey & rose petals.
this is how we make love, music, magic, stories.
skin on skin is a culmination i waited lifetimes for.
lost, listening to holy words that slip off the tongue
trickle down soft lips – oh, how i want to kiss those lips –
drip from the chin, into the ethereal abyss.
anywhere you go, there you are.
anywhere you go, i will follow.
ghosts of longing in search of love
come asking for your address. i point them
in all directions but yours. now come,
devour me – flesh & bones & mind & soul.