Let me taste your cyanide
Intimate garden between your thighs
So wet from rain of aniticipation
So wet as you descend from the sky
And I glaze my tongue
In your viscosity
Your love and lust
Your drive to rain
Grasping for you
Wanting for you
You stifle the sentences
Streaming from my mouth
And siphon the words
Into nothing but ecstacy
For your garden
And what lies there
What intimate
Flagrant things
You silence me with
Making me mute for you
Let me open my mouth
And have your reign
Rain down onto me
Like a wayward hurricane
As your garden consumes me
Your eden becomes my breath
Between gasps of poetry
And gentle motions
I want your world
To come with my words
Spoken softly
As your wetness
Enters my mouth
Let me be the world
Where your constellations
Tell stories of heroes
And legends
And your clouds cover
My conscious so that
I move and live and connect
With you
Let the taste of the eden feast
Never leave my vocabulary
As you kneel unto me
And you come cyanide
Kill what was before
And from your thighs
My conscious emerges
So I may make love
To the sky
