D I V I N I T Y

A Poem of Sexual Ambiguousness

My entire being
Is of melancholy a c h e

I want to
r o m a n c e
You, darling

I want to lick red wine off your lips
And whisper into your mouth
Every secret I've ever had
                (0r ever dreamt of having)

I want to recite to you Homer
As you slide your hands through my hair
And down my back

I want to speak beautiful French into
The hallows of your
n
e
c
k
Between every kiss I leave

I am desperate for you,
Love,
In most sticky-sweet,
                     Darkly innocent of ways.