I used to misplace my sanity with him.
Embrace time, lounging in the seraphic delight of his flow
drenching me like rains of intimate history.
I used to allow it to signify something profound
just to impress my thighs each time I granted him in.
I’d let my mind drift and gaze as he kissed away
the fragile folds of secrets remaining in the passion we once knew.
It was jovial plagiarizing the beauty of the nights
with the same silk sins during the day..
But, the bond strengthened…
while air impregnated our lungs with
mutual laughter, exhales in the midst of sultry Junes,
and lavender-scented sheets…
he and I….we wept separately at familiarity that warped
into something estranged.
He stopped consuming me with his hypnotic thirst,
Intellectually lethal lips..
I needed shelter from the winery illusions he forgot to sip from,
Swallowing ephemeral ecstasy hoping we could create
the perfect sanctuary
it elevated voices covered in cries
and the ties that bind us
knotted in last tries..