a
drop
of
hope
greater in
promise
than
one billion
stars.
(and just
as near
to me,
as when I close my eyes.)
I am
lost
in the
sweet
imaginings
of
love
rarefied.
(stupefied)
illusion
fueled
by hunger,
is no less real
than the touch
of my-
your,
our lips
linger-
ing
luxu-
rious
blas-
phemous
and
sweet-
ly
curious
let me
touch you.
Beauty,
quench
your
thirst
at my soul’s
font.
there
is
more
to
come
should you choose,
abandon.
