My lover left me a voice message
culminating in sweet coming,
Ice tea, sweating on a glass,
sun on my ribcage and his face between my legs
he resides there now in the place below the breastbone
hungry and alone,
desire is a swollen bursting balloon that has not yet lost
its elasticity.
Checking out after 4 hours,
he says leave the lights on, I want
to see you.
Not in the illumination of candles, flickering and warm,
but harshly and in the brightness of fluorescent,
flesh to flesh and nose to nose,
the turn of a switch makes the whole
room unhidden.
Pushed panties aside,
pussy like flower petals,
my dew is clung there,
And he asks,
And I permiss,
all that is my breath has
yet to come undone.