Lovers as Animals Burning in Thirst


the summer afternoons in your room

methodologically spent in peeling first:

threads, buttons,

silk

your warm skin revealing your soft fur

that burns in my fingers

as my  grip tames your carnal breasts

snatching your heart in my hands

and we, obedient lovers

drunk in sweat, water, tears, blood

perpetual liquids

breaking us

as we have suffered the same fever

for each other’s love.

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