you flatter me
with your articulate tongue
swallow my eyes whole
it does
and renders such feast offered
a delicacy of the poetic taste buds
before your eyes
I become
a flower
just about to bloom
you are my savage sun
in a flush of fresh morning
delicious dew
and I have been quite ungrateful
for such gifts of your light
forgive me
with the further offering of
the avid focus of your lust
tomorrow shall gape in awe
at the memory of what we
allowed to conspire
today
between us.......................
(Nov. 18, 2008 1053am)