Thursday, 3 November 2016

two moons ago

night air bristles,
the way spice darkens
           chocolates to red

sweet, with heat,
twines with peppered kick
            we melt: sea of flames 


Under ripe strawberry moon
             night's perfume:
I hear black wolf's racing pulse
             rain, musk, wood 
As your tongue cools my heated flesh
             tangled in your arms

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.   I am sharing two short poems I wrote during summer season.