MelodyRosen

Destroy my waist on the back of your mount Break my back, with a clean kiss Take me away and never let me go, so you gag all my silences Fill me with you, fill every pore with the insistence of your Tongue Turn my loneliness upside down, break it in your fingers, those that now occupy all my spaces. Give me shelter from hunger in the hollow of your arms that I want to get rid of myself, today, in them.

You are the portion of you in me, in the gap that our bodies cannot cover, if entangled they cohabit in a mass of hugs The infinite wrinkle formed in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats wandering between the moans of a wounded animal The light of the alarm clock that blinks winking at the amorous death, a drop of barefoot sweat that stamps on the floor, settles on my feet and evaporates The same wood forged in candied alabaster with the smell of cinnamon and mint, the rusty latch of old tricks, the speck of dust that frays into thousands of floating lights, motionless in the gravity of a faint reflection The painting that hangs on the headboard; sinuous and reptilian hanging of tulips embraced The corner in the crack of the stained glass window that lets out fluctuating swings of light: white opals that crash against the wall The narrow mattress that screams its unstable existence, the electric lamp that projects Chinese shadows and esparto grass You are the very chamber where, condensed with your 

particles, the alchemy of our bodies takes place

I covet your body, your soft skin sliding on mine. Your skin: a map memorized in salt Greed that tongue throb in my protrusion pumping leg inside: ritual-awakening of our instincts, shared saliva, unison effluvia Greed your simple nakedness, the decadence of breaths, our lost glances that search for each other, your open neck to me, the fragility of that momentary ascension that transports us to the body of the other where we die, again, in life, where we live for an instant, in death