Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Shake Down the Night

The sweet violence we commit
when there are no witnesses -
where heat snaps the night in two
and runs down your back.
and my hips hold you prisoner,
pressed against the cool brick
spreading you open to me -
my language primitive with raw colors
and wicked verbs
that pierce your secret places
and make you ache.
Your body knows my meaning
and pulls me in -
the warm lift and roll of you
closing over me,
shaking down the dark,
working fierce magic
with your wanton tongue
lashing over my own -
twisting the night
into something bright and savage.

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