In utter silence,
asking nothing in return,
I fulfill your most
intimate wishes,
whispering words
of liquid passion.
On the thread of an
almost-forgotten world,
I write poems
with gloved hands,
and come to walk
beneath the rising moon
to meet you in bare
naked body
under warm salt foam,
always under protests
of my heart.
Interesting choice of words,
Interesting choice of words, great depth to this piece. Good write!