Afterglow

He keeps  
me  
cycling  
on the
edge  
of  
his prophetic  
ochre  
streaming  
hues  
whilst  
suspended  
and  
knotted  
firmly tethered  
to his  
lucid  
manifestations  
as the  
need  
casted  
within  
his deeds  
flash  
before  
my eyes  
like  
a slideshow  
screening  
screenshots  
shot  
by the prism  
of  
light & love  
as he  
touches  
the frayed  
edges  
of  
my psyche  
whilst  
fingering  
my swollen  
glistening  
plush  
velvet  
pages  
as his  
oceanic  
blues  
recall  
me  
to the  
ache  
that pounds  
me  
hard & deep  
along
the  
shore
of
surety  
whilst  
time  
tells me  
that  
life  
is  
fragile & finite  
and  
I wonder  
if he  
could  
love me  
just  
a little  
bit  
longer  
than the  
last  
time  
as he  
watches  
like a  
voyeur  
whilst
leaving me
gaped
wide
and
blossoming  
for him  
to  
see
whilst
enabling
us  
both  
to flourish  
in the  
ecstatic rapture  
of  
everlasting  
love
bound
in moments  
founded  
upon  
being splayed  
whilst
filled
erotically
and those
gaping  
wounds  
remain
sunkissed
whilst nurtured
and
kissed wholly  
immersed  
in  
the afterglow.