for my married lover

in this dim room you are sinless.

your skin, dark against the white bedding,

glows with your purity: i am drawn

and quartered with desire. 

your mouth opens in a slow oh

for the parting of my hands, i touch you,

oh you have missed my heat. 

he doesn't do this? he won't? i will

and i will numb you with the pleasure of it. 

i will keep you hot and restless

in a way that he cannot. you and i

and the craving of each other,

this is sacred, your skin on mine. 

for the parting of your legs i would commit

greater sins, but you, here, in

this dim room: you are blameless,

perfect, and silhouetted in sweat.