and this dancing this twinning, this mind-licking, this feast
you bring me to your table oh and your open wet dish
succulent grape of your speaking.

and i come close and the hot hard headiness like inebriation
like your smell, your perspiring spread gaping pores your skin
near me and my metal heat

and our hands moving down to flesh and peeling away our
second skins our armours of daylight and longing long since
peeled and tossed into fire

and the standing, watching, waiting, untouching gaze, the holding
back until hunger bursts its vessels, honeys our mouths with all
its red, angry insatiable feeding.