The Voice of Words

Tracing prints of your lips
                                           the
kiss and taste
the berry gloss smudge
splash of liquid fire
crystal slide through naked fingers
c
r
a
s
h

finding comfort in the slice

Pour
dreams
willing to take the plunge
to drown in your air

Rush of colors, dancing hues
golden spill over uncurled hands
unlace
from that which binds
the vision now freed

Pulling corners of the darkest velvet,
softest slide will catch the roughest edges
                                          scratch
fingernail
slightest touch will
alter the texture of your fine skin

Pulling the canopy
struck by fallen stars

Strike the core, angles sear
sense, slip
the turn of curve; pleasure
                                           press
Trace the flow that pulses
along the throat; kiss
teach the lips a shape unknown before
Fruit of tongue, elixir
Dare to speak
sacrifice of verse
Beat of fingers wings across thick air
Pressing palms to your flame
Voice
bellows to the fire
air vibrates

Scratching notes
in the margins of tender responsive flesh
tap the azure vein
Etch the story
Pour liquid over parched plane

Swallowing syllables that
                                           I
may taste the language of
                                           you
Anoint me with your fire
and we will
burn  together