The Breath Glance of Eros' Betrothal

I am the first, his primary dance
And like an earthly core,
I become his center.
Legs ajar, my lips part in shiver.
Bare breasts, a maiden’s honeysuckle
And Tangling tresses comb his favorite forest.

He sanctioned the musk of a winter storm
And like an asthmatic cure,
I could breathe in the rain.
Gas mask dismounted, his lips breeze a sliver,
Molded mouths, Love’s suction cups
And tickling tongues become my Heimlich.

We trespass upon a sacred blur,
And like an ancient chant ,
Mist winds around my finger.
Promise inhaled, lips bound by silver.
Knotted ties, hedonic forget me nots
And thickened veils reap no hiding place.

Penitents, Eros.
Save only my sighs
And his gasps.

10/21/14