Candle Lips

 

Frayed edged ribbons
gaze upon me,
illuminated by the lips
of the soaked candle.

I am hungry and wanting;
An animal needing to be

wild and inhibited,

operating on instinct.

“I crave you…” in a guttural hush.
The rawness of the moment,
the brutal honesty dripping

from your lips with genuine affection.

A masquerade
of skin,
sweaty eyes,
and limbs
riding rhythmically
on a vessel of hysteria
in a sea of rising waters.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Vey nice and full of passion poem ... Cheers Yossi