Poems

IV - Nobody comes in here with words

In the middle of the night I wake to your dream, 
the dream where you were. 
The body half surrendered 
tongue mouth fingers 
outstretched bridges 
to the gyrating rock of desire. 
Your embrace in another embrace, 
rose-pink the breasts where I suck.
In the middle of the night 
I wake and repeat holy holy 
the bread has been devoured 
the honey the wine and the cherries.

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