rhythms

snap

to lick

me

dance cross

your neck’s

guitar

crystallized 4

have met

Me – internal quaking

is when I

Come

Crumbling

how glaciers

Run liquid

Once engulfed

by the

Sun’s orgasmic

spasms. Harmonics

Of erotic breath

Curl, Bend, and

bind me to

ethereal

planes. Fingers

slide

inside

sultry lining

where

steel

string

welds

my being

to

climax

(of verse)