I DON’T FOOL MYSELF

I taste you...
I taste the sweet salt of our ‘love brine’...
Marinated to perfection...
Each louche movement...
Compounding...
Our pheromones... Sweat...salt...into a
glisten of us... You write something on my torso... “What did you write?”, I ask
“You know what I wrote”...
“HEAVEN”
You come to me in the night... Take me
away...
Then bring me back... To our
delicious bed...
Where all magic is possible... Why do
you bring me back...
We were in the ‘limbo of our oneness’... Raging
heartbeat...
Tear...on my cheek... I don’t
fool myself... Alan...
I see your inscription on me... I taste
us...