adorned are you,
you glide with grace,
you are grace,
an angel incarnate–
just by your gaze
i might be saved.
.
are you the sun?
and am i icarus?
oh, how you shine–
i cannot resist–
how i burn.
.
it’s not just temptation,
there’s not a damn thing
to be negotiated.
your pull is final,
resolute.
you open your thighs–
i fall to my knees.
it’s not beneath me,
to beg and plead.
dignity?
an afterthought.
dignity, long forgot.
your elixir,
your nectar,
your salve,
and your balm–
my singular focus,
truly,
all that i want.
how i thirst,
let me drink.
how i hunger…
let me eat.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 