Untitled #3

February 3, 2004

It is all flesh and fluid
wanting and fulfilling
imagination's rush of blood
into engorgement and need
caressing the scene
caressing the mirror
caressing the flesh
that opens up and flowers.

Tongue over teeth,
red, wet, breath, sex,
biting, whipping, teasing,
hoping, surging regret,
and pain in separation
all mastering the scene
until shudders rapturously
careening into ether
and hear you gasp.

Hoping for ecstasy,
needing you with me,
the energy still rises
and I let it all go,
to wish as I always wish
that this will be real.