Falling Wildly

At the corner of Mongrel Heart
you turned to face me asking if I was alright.

Smiling your femininity,
I couldn’t help but kiss you,

and biting your lip; taking in your heart juice,
I didn’t want you to die.

Contemplating blood and sex
your skin scent found me unguarded

and pulled me into the moment
focused me on you.

I could see you had been weeping;
even though there were no tears,

yet I felt reassured
like your lament was my approval

and ignoring Yahweh’s voice
I took your breast in my mouth,

as you clung onto my hand
waiting for nightfall to take everything away.

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