Her Words

Because I literally
Cannot wait
Until we are alone
I rush to feel your words
upon my skin.

I see the letters
That your wet fingers
having sent
Do reach me deeply
Poured into my chalice
Drunk am I.

So incapable
Am I of waiting
That I take
Each entrance
Commenting
My whorific
Self analysis,
What I want
To darkly do
By light of day
And comment so
Upon the flowers
Of your musings.

Each poem,
Each waft,
Each reflected gaze,
I tear a rip
Into the bark
That bares the tree
That reaches roots
And forgive my need
To be within you
Take a light
And torch the house
And walls aflame
to fuck you
with my mind
In hopes the body
All electric in its
Blaze will give me
to its all.

My God I live
On each syllabic morsel.

Your pen is both
My vindication
And undoing.

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