Author Information
Benchwarming
enwrapped in a balmy breeze
this dusky night
while you lay half down
on a park bench.
catching beams of moonlight
with an aching tongue.
breathing them back into me.
bodies bare -
disregard the odd
wooden splinter
here and there.
leg thrown over
bench head -
rests
ever gracefully
perfectly.
tilted head
staring back
at a distant tree.
watching a leaf
embark on its journey down.
as I slide famished palms
up thigh lengths ever long.
lost in a bird's
chirping sound.
sitting -
one leg planted firm on the ground
the other, like painted before
thrown over the bench head
leaves you exposed
towards a moist tongue
aching to be fed.
I'm pushed down
by erotic winds
to trace my tongue-tipped sin
upward -
magnify your senses.
drown in the bird sounds
as I reach your nest.
and flicker
a small tickle
that makes the sky shudder.
never once straying your gaze
off the dropping leaf
as it tumbles
randomly down
with the fickle wind,
mirroring
the exploratory tongue
probing in -
like ink fountains
tip dipped
in a softest cream
and making cursive letters
inside you
spelling hungry screams -
while my lips
finally
drown
as you pour down - and i can hear
the waterfall sounds
unending liquid flows
that dance around my ears
while you leak your fears
from a dampened mound
and watch the leaf
arrive at ground.
