Red Sex

I'm here again
to tell it like it is
if you're listening -

if anyone's there,

I made love to last night.
I have sex in my hair,
stinging sweat in my stare,
and emotions

so persistent on pining
for our entertwining -
so untamed
they would impress the ocean;

stop-and-starts in my heart
beating too far
apart,
a desire there to cloak my deceit,

and a hand on my neck -
yet, I'm further infected -
I can't sweat you out of my sheets.

His hands get me weak, yes;
it's nothing but red sex,
time-killing fun for this heathen

in a body white-hot with unsatisfied spots
and a mind wanting You
to come
tease them.