there it is

there it is your longing, —

it's written deeply on my skin

with lust's igniting ink

kept in your mouth's container;

the nibs, — your lips

have harvested radiant thrills

planted fluently by my sighs

in any intense apogee;

our love seduced the music

to listen to us, —

you and I are an inciting icon

mirrored in all universe;