Comfort

In the hot sweat of life and living
we float and fuck,
like ravenous creatures
exploding on the edge;
A dance swaying in tune,
desire harmonised
under the knowing moon.

Hungry for you, I offer my tongue,
ensorcelled by scents;
Hands clasped in comfort
as the world rides collapsing
waves, watery tower
mingled deep with your
resplendent power.

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