Saturday, February 23, 2013
desire's own battlefield
we pass desire to each other
like dutch masters on corners
with fingers flexing
having only felt each other up
in fleeting moments.
you and i
are consenting thieves
shaking down mornings for minutes
which we cover in lemon sugar
tamarind and the most explosive ingredient;
love that asks nothing.
but you are not a thief
you are love's newest liberator
stabbing back with talons
to save yourself
and perhaps all i am is a battlefield
that you need to conquer.
when you and i
leave each other without breath
and your legs tremble, understand
you are a pirate queen
and i am too happy to assist you
in stealing back what belongs to you
love that asks nothing but to say, 'here i am.'