Her Right Eye

take our love

break it over your mouth

purple juices splatter on our hands

drip down your neck

between breasts

the vessel of light magnified

I lose track of your eyes, bowing now

to clean up our mess

wet tongue on the parched skin

did I pass the test

or should I look up at you

staring at the ceiling, fists clenched

delighted even in the blindness of passion

never come down

but we both want to come

yet release would take us back to Earth

where we’re separated by hundreds of miles

linked only by a shared passion for poetry

and dark roast

isn’t life the sweetest pleasure you’ve ever had

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