Building Muscle.

The one inside your chest.

All the numb tips of your fingers

covered in kisses

with love to the bone

every fleck of frigid skin

has been conquered

by the heat of your lips;

the rush of your throat

gently swallowing down each inch

of skin, blue and tender

You open up

the cold chest

next to the fireplace,

and start a fire.

And all the darkness

turns to light.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"You open up

the cold chest

next to the fireplace,




and start a fire.

And all the darkness

turns to light."

This was a very good poem. I like the ending the most...:).....................