I was a melting virgin,
Responding to his tenderness.
Licking written kisses,
and breathing out warm air.
With every loving letter,
sweet wonderment stole,
honeyed pain, filling my soul,
bringing blood to me, a ghostly poet,
I was…
...enchanted by the lyrics in his song.
Gliding over melodious seas,
he swayed with me.
He bedazzled every dream.
And seared my molten heart.
she was
built of wax.
tepid at the core.
melting from the breath
of my lips.
still I remain
tender handed
between her thighs.
the heat from between
thawing the heart
of a nonbeliever.
she painted hope
on my pale face,
even when the trail
went silent,
her whispers broke
the glass of the window pane
that I learned to
pray from.
emily
jukon