never into the surrender

at night,
long after you are gone,
I try to shake
your shadow
from the tangles of my hair,
to wipe away the salt
of your skin
from the chardonay frost
of my mouth,
and rinse the sin
of our love
from my impassioned skin
but never do I forget
your kiss.

the way your mouth
climbs mine,
like a spiral staircase,
my green eyes
watching you slyly
from the high perch
of my widows walk gaze,
I try to distance myself
from your possession,
as you pin me, to the bed
and I am left fluttering
beneath you
like a captured butterfly.

I love the feel
of your strong
bristly thighs
firm
against the porcelin edges
of mine,
and the tautness
of your belly
into the smooth
curve of my flesh,
as you anchor yourself
to my shore,
the groove and gristle
of my wide hips
clicks against yours
and you sink
into the rhythym
of our song,
rolling me closer
to the edge,
the yellow mane
of my head
hanging half off
the bed,
and the poetry
of our loverspeak
is born
yes.
oh
yes.
love.
you.
love.
me
more.
now.
yes.
oh .
yes.
you make
me see
stars.
yes.
mark me.
bite me.
kiss me.
harder.
don't stop.
faster now.
slower now.
oh oh oh oh oh
and always
you silence me,
with your mouth,
but my screams
seep from the edges
and overtakes everything.
alas, I am so jaded now
(and everything ends)
so
you
can
kiss
me
into
silence,
but
never
into
surrender.