cotton

I cry for you
to lap my soft sadness 
into wailing peaks 
of needyou

arched wanting leaks
on breasts and thighs
and slicks me lonely hurting

I push against your pulse and plead
for deeper

only deeper

until you are in my throat
plundering for poems
and I am in yours

tasting me
in the glisten of your lips
and tonguing your heart again

your balm soaks me
and soothes the furl of toes
laying me apart and purple

contracting to choke
on the smooth of your emotion
every soul schism fucked

and I am white lust
that will not be sated
to only sip your flood

until we fall drenched again

in the cotton
of wet lovers
H