silver slices of shadows run through fog
toward any place that could hold secrets and night
dash down a damp alleyway;
you feel the music notes tangle in your hair
one slips between your lips
you exalt in the fervor.

caught. trapped against brick.
hot breath of possibility bursts against your neck
saying, remember me?

you’re both cultivating new lands
with deep wonderment
the full body surrender to the series of firsts

dress torn, stitches pulled apart like galaxies
rhythmic hands cup, tug, knead

need.

a gasp is singular.

slide down, tongue trails
searching out a pulse
finding an oceanic village of yes

your hips have their solitary beat
he controls your choreography from below
pierce through your own lip with a single bite
and hold his head tightly against you.

drinks you down, slides up to your eyes
turns you around, cheek to brick
he tells your fortune by reading the
marbles of your spine.

slide in, slow, hard, deep, all the way
yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes
look up into the sky of ink
the stars spell out a prayer

Yes.

come for me, over and over again
and you do — held hostage by lyrics
and, then, a firm grip on the base of your neck
a guttural cry of the ages
the warmth of the flood
the prolonged exhales.

you steal a breath.
you say

write me a song.

© jennifer summer