I keep a lover and
He means so much to me.
When I think of him
I feel light-headed
And giddy from within.
We test each other’s
Patience then make love
Like there’s no tomorrow.
He is in myself,
My triumph and tempest,
He makes me seethe
With rage and passion
Till we both are consumed:
A glorious conflagration.
I keep a lover and
My lover keeps me.
When we hold hands
Our fingers speak
A language unknown
But never misunderstood.
When our lips touch
Everything is clear,
My love is for him
And his love is here–
Nothing is wrong,
Nothing’s amiss:
I am his religion
He is my bliss.
Invocation
Against my fingers
Your hair feels like
Feathers from wings
Of a bird, waiting,
Aching to fly.
Your lips, soft as
Flowers just emerged
From the bud, sigh,
Tug at my heart
Like vivid memories.
What secrets hide
Behind your eyes, what
Pain forewarns me to
Hold you only in the
Manner of mothers?
With this kiss,
I’d like to map your
Uncharted territories,
Roam your hills and
Mountains, feel
The winds of
Your heart beating
Against my breast.
