CHRISTOPHER MCKITTERICK

burn for you


sheets of golden fire
waves of light
long rectangles through the blinds
all past and future laid out
in lines of white perspective
across the ceiling
atop us

an ocean of your taste
I close my eyes and clouds mount
a blue sky
fill and recede
my senses melt with your scent
and I must touch you

I must hold you so close we blur
passionsilklakeripplesboil
goldenpalewetskin
your touch electric cool, ice hot
my body a kiln and yours
we bake fire from fire
and try to hold it between us,
away from our hearts.

But I burn for you.

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