doubt, luscious in lascivious intentions,
slides along the roof of your mouth:
what is it to tease,
how is it that we find ourselves here?
unctuous uncertainty blended with quicksand,
bright silver fear and backlit intentions:
everywhere your gaze is,
there my secrets preen themselves:
where your tongue seeks, my terror
gathers like honeyed wax to the wick.
sexuality built in shadows
flowers in the twilight, shrinks from dawn;
the scaffolding erected, juliet's balcony
is not so removed as once it was.