The Way of All Flesh

 

Night heat,
no breeze
sweat beads born
at your temple
glaze your cheek bone
drip from your jaw
onto your chest

Slow water torture
my tongue tip stings
anticipating its labour
in the salt mine
of your skin.

Tonight
this still inferno
through viscous curtains
of shadowed space
I want nothing but you
the way of all flesh
to me.