illustration by the amazing pale.vice (follow him on Instagram: @pale.vice)
I don‘t know you.
my longings drew you
and you followed.
Shy glances to fleshly ties:
your warmth on my skin,
your groan in my ear,
your scent in my nose,
your salt on my lips.
You build a stronghold,
your arms around me.
This is the maze
for our thoughts,
habitat of dammed lust
to keep us away
from solitary and
the course of feelings.
We’re swelling.
Fancy becomes zest
frenzy becomes daze.
Towards relief.
Then decrease.