you make a compelling argument
with the
the stencil of your name
the colour of your skin
the depth of your touch
the soft, smudged essence of your silhouette
if kindness can be learned
it is because you were my teacher
and
my
every inch a lesson in pleasure
a
kiss
unfolding
like
paper
the lines and veins
of my sceptre
at the thought
of
the
curls in your hair riles the spiraled bliss
roiling my every desire, riding wave after wave of your ocean waltz
wiping sand from every beach,
deposit
in a bed of pearls and silk
and to lye sweetly at the intoxicating scent
(the aroma of your oyster)
a perfume i gladly wear
as a scarf
dancing like a flag in the wind,
compelling, like a roped towel pulling me closer
no diamond came without dirt,
no pearl without sand
no spark without flint
but it is the lightning bolt
that is bright
because it burns
that burns because it is bright
ecstasy cannot be taught
only
reached because it is first
(everywhere)
a priori
a fork of lightning
the electric ground reaching for the sky
a rolling cry / the reason why)
and the hint of you
is enough
convincing
