twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to Artic coldness
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth
like flame on my tongue
dancing
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished nor released
swirling
fiery like whip billowing
inside me
devouring me
a saliva slave
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing
beneath my yellow Arctic
moon melting
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue
