Two of Cups, D Minor

My partner harbors
Dual polars that dry my insides
Then- one upward glance
Spread out over this levitated bed and
I’ve been lubricated, bathed in bare
Eyes of panthers longing for time
Your taste of devil's flesh within reach 

Mid-years’ bright lilacs struggle for survival

A season’s lack of chance to drench within your element

In my head like a kick you’ve replaced

The wolves howling as summer digests fall

 

Barefoot in the kitchen, we wake and play house

The balcony illuminated with citrus rays

A saccarined kiss amidst this scene

Stolen from some other time’s past

Author's Note

Thinking about adding more to this.