poem: yield / your mouth reeks of surrender

i have known the ecstasy of

your hands on secret places

hidden walkways (my thigh skin)

tandem beginnings, tandem kisses

and oh

if this is not what i prayed for

then it is must be what i will fall for

to yield to a temptation

is not to rid your wasted gut of its

poisoned waters

but to become its master-servant / mother-daughter / lover, lover, in all tongues and slippery seasons will pass through us like water over flesh and we will be new in its embrace,

older, in our riverbed copses / corpses, closeted.

to yield to a temptation

is to know your kiss

and to taste the vivid flavour

of missing it.

– t. bennett ; @raggedhearts

 

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