Love in My 20's

I held you first as fruit

- succulent, succinct -

and with a blink of the sun

my palms were dripping,

fingers sticking,

and your ravaged core was manifest.

So, I placed you on my tongue

and swallowed blindly.

***

The light of us feels like color

flashing stoplights on my skin

and sirens in my eyes.

One sign of love

and I'll drive straight into your arms,

collide into the walls

of my hands in yours

as we face our dying

loneliness together.

A match

sparks between our fingers

catching fuel, we are lit up

and the light of us feels like color.

***

Curtains hid your face

from the darkness where I slept

in sanctuary, awakening

as you peaked inside

your outstretched arms

slipping through the slit to tantalize my skin

with a warming touch, I arose from lifelessness

rent the veiling drapes in twain

and became washed in you, beaming

naked and poised

sun-bathed feet on the floor of cut stone tablets

offered shamelessly

a monument in the center of the square

room, where I worshipped your man-made image.