Tide

His kisses  
feel  
like a montage  
of parables  
plastered  
all over my  
flesh  
from  
Sunday to Monday
he whispers  
gentle  
reminders
that feel
like footnotes
on our
thesis  
heated & fervent
and he  
knows  
how  
to bring me  
to the edge  
of all his
disclosures  
and his
perversion's
planted deep
as I embrace  
in wholly
with love  
and the way  
he tongues me  
deep  
as if he  
were  
trying  
to climb  
inside me
leaves me  
violently
trembling
and  
the desire  
in his eyes  
leaves me  
bound  
to his  
anchoring
harder  
than hard  
prominent & breathtakingly  
deep  
as the weight  
of all  
he could be  
italicised  
and
flawed
perfectly
imperfect
in his  
inaudible  
demands  
as we  
each
find  
peace  
in the  
way  
he  
crucifies me
on his
wood
whilst  
I grip him  
tighter
as our  
limbs  
are tangled  
like vine
and I find  
bliss  
in the way  
he tempers  
and rolls  
his hips  
over mine
like the  
waves  
at dawn  
as he  
crashes  
into me
and
he inscribes
his name
on my heart
as a reminder
of who we
were
in another  
life
and his
presence
healing
whilst his  
breath
sustains me
exchanged  
in passionate  
kisses
that span  
the
oceanic tide.