Let your visions
drip
I want them
like I've never wanted
anything else
I want to lick them from the corners of your mouth
I want to lick them from the corners of your
lower
kiss
lower
linger
along those curves
that lead towards
your
lower
as you recite to me
beneath the concealing blanket of nightness / blackness / warm summer
dark
and as
the candles cast shadows
the outlines of fluttering osprey - spells,
along the soft angles of your hands,
along the temples and poetry of your face
tell me
please (she begs)
what makes your breathes shallow
when your are alone and hidden deep within yourself
when the world and time are shut out completely
when you crave pleasure
from the intimate and subtle corridors of your
warm animal.
I want your visions.
to learn your secret passageways
to speak your incantations
can you
spread them
wide
for me
?
Andrew Tipton
