How I hunger for the female form,
this hunger falling from my eyes
with a cavernous sigh.
Why do I feel your lips between my teeth?
Why am I bowed, buried in the nape of your neck
running with my eyes closed, into your hair?
I can almost touch, smell, walk through your skin
like a ghost.
When will be the next time my body
crosses the border into another?
Our two forms rising intertwined like smoke
from the same still ember?
I will not hide
that I am hungry and thirsty,
and if I only get
one drop of you…
it will be enough for me to drown in.
Let me sink
into your Heaven
bury me here.