Your Flame

I’m the only drug you’ll ever need,
the one desire you’ll always feed.
I’m the space between delight and delirium,
burning through rhyme and reason;
a blaze that’ll scorch your soul.


Memory Of A Tune

A valley of desire runs long and untended between trembling thighs.
Carry my wishes to them with the breath of a unrepentant kiss,
then, maybe, I shall swallow your little gasps; pizzicato notes on our merry old symphony.
Oh, how this smirk -is it yours or mine?- flickers our lovers’ delight.
I’ll be sure to whisper your name, so please, spare a thought for my lonesome;
one day I’ll be sure to remember it.