By Susan Gardner

Desperate want.

To wake you at dawn,

hands aflame, tongue fervent,

skin blood burnished

slake morning thirst with your sweet sweat

scrawl my desires on your skin

write my name on your mind.

I want you to look at me in the dark

see me here


Body hungers.

Lips still, tongue fat, ears cold,

I want to stay

a while longer

evade the desolation of your absence

evoke your ghost to stroke skin, caress breast,

assuage scorched spirit

to hold and have without end

your face in my hands

A great eagle
keen talons outstretched

soars over

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