I crawl in the blank darkness
toward a whisper I can’t hear;
just the faintest brush of breath
against my tuning ear.
Naked is my disguise,
smudged with dirt from holy sins,
hair tangled matted mess,
forgotten fantasies bobby pinned.
Knees skid itching forward toward
your heat signature’s beckoning pull;
hottest parts erect magnetic charge,
my heat signature reddens — nocturnal
attraction a feral fever, finds my veins
throbbing to your predatory heartbeat,
now audible in my mind…each breath
I breathe you in until inhale of sweet,
sweet scent — the whisper I now hear:
mouth to mouth, now, tongue to tongue
colors collide in spectral outlines,
~ Emily C.