Lover be to me.

Lover be to me, everything.
To see you,
Between pillows,
And cotton layers.
To study your body, like,
Stars of constellations,
With,
Anticipation and,
Long stares.

What makes you move like that,
Moan like that, and,
Close your eyes.

If heaven were ever,
A place I could go,
I would ask for,
Only you to be there.
Next to me, in a space,
Allowing religion and,
Air to move between,
A place that kisses,
The top of clouds.

I would envy,
The breath that is,
Permitted to touch your lips.
Can I trace them each,
With my fingertips.
Then let both lips take over me.
Easy like Sundays,
By the river,
When choir preaches gospel,
Old and New Testaments.

My redemption…
To feel,
All the parts of you.
Your arms that protect,
Works of art covered in my kiss, with,
One for each eyelash casting,
Shadows across your amber,
Glow.
Your hand I’ll lace into mine,
And your pulse I’ll taste on my tongue,
Sketching your heart,
Where it beats and sits.

Inside of me, your,
Mouth sucking my breast.
Quench yourself, selfishly.
Say where else you wish me to be.
Tell me, Prince,
Am I yours.

Excerpt from
Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.