The Traveller and the Travelled

Yet the curves on a sphere cannot level with your physical

beauty

For You are abundance -

A banquet of lust

The day will come when we feast on each other;

Not as carnivores or lovers

But as the traveller and the travelled

We will take our fill and the brim will not suffice,

Our cups will overflow and we will sip our sweet liquor and

gleam.

The sheets smouldered from our heat

This fire is unquenched

So pour more.

Light like liquid gold-

I am your alchemist

Bleed gold onto my mahogany and make me royal.

Clutching on

You gasp for my breath,

You shan’t have it so soon

Just - wait-

Weigh my dark in your light

And eclipse.

Flow your axis onto mine

Quiver and shine,

Pierce mine eyes with intent

for it is then when you will see me again.