Your marble lips
shake me still,
where Rome knocks
its foundation
under my jawbone,
heaving itself
into my burial-
where I've been
salvaging pieces
of broken time.
And beauty becomes
fluent words in language
soul-taking, melting,
hunger rolls of my mouth
and lets me taste you.
Feel the salt draft
another atom,
sensual light
streaming
through tangled
skin...
until I am
a wild silhouette
hanging
on your curtain.
You take me in,
nesting me amonst
your neck,
murmuring
'we've built this city
by lightning beats,
only you can declare
heaven
with the fire
of your flesh'.
