There’s a rush that swells your chest and suddenly you discover lust in slow motion.
My heart is ripe.
I look at you and I atomize — My heart puckers and pomegranate pulp begins to drip from my ribs.
We explore each morning
self-confessed, your words Tango about me. It’s passion tapping the earth — wonderfully exotic, curiously human
You and me.
when you feel it,