im thinking about your tongue

lapping a lick of honey up my sternum,

my nipples tenderly enveloped

in the wet of your mouth.

im touching myself to moan

your name

drifting in and beyond my breath.

   i hope i am on your lips

my name, my collar bone, my belly;

there is the ocean and then there is you.

i wish to be full of you    i wish to be swallowed

in the gorge of your mouth.

   i have desired for your hands to keep me

in touch,    i wish for us.

gods be good

i’ll be grinding in the temple of your tongue

so that you may bathe me in.

you and i have many sleepless nights to groan life into,

so many mornings

without the heat of my breath on your back, 

   where my hands go in search of worship.

i want for us passion, intimacy, glory and

goodness,

gods be good,

magic and all the lovely things that inspire lust. 

i am deeply involved with the idea of you and i;

in my dreams we make love and

we share spit and we are brimming.

we furrow into the deep of the bed.

we drink with many spoonfuls of honey and you

tell me about yearning for something fulfilling.

published first in print in WISH YOU WERE NEAR, 2026