In one sitting .

 
As she tucks herself in to crisp bed
linen she thinks of him hung in the
inky blackness of the solitude of
nighttime . It’s her one transgression
and passion as she longs to be held only
by his arms and feel him so close to
her body that a shiver travels without
her permission and fractures her
loneliness for a bit replaced with a
hunger to consume him and mark
his flesh with her name . She feels
almost feral as she claims all her
dreams in one sitting and she licks
the plate clean with the slow curls
of her tongue .