queen of hearts

her essence
lingers
in the caverns

of my throat ;
                                  i choke back to taste instead the air

around me,


in loose invisible
crimson curls
                           that would put blood to shame

the lullaby of


her perfume
ripples

she is the gentle dip in which

                                 life matters to me
tighten

around me

             love, and darkness

slides around

my ankles and
                           pulls me deeper

we lean back to test gravity
  her shoulder blade brows
meeting in a frown

beneath my tugging grip

is it that love is weakness

or weakness is
                 the  rich and aged musk of her skin

my hair 
swallowed
her fingers whole

          and my whole being,   hole
                   a crown of sweat
 decorates her hairline
  
                  melt away
   like the fading cold.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

I liked the line about sweat being a crown at the end of this piece. You show her beauty in that moment of passion, and you give us an image that is true and accurate. She isn't a porcelain princess--she lives, she breaths, she makes amazing love. Also, I liked that evanescent simile in the last couplet. I really got that fading and thawing sensation from those lines there. Its good to read you again.