Desire

skin that tastes of honey;

warm—

exuding its pollen

to entrap the tongue

hair, faintly scented,

a hint of lavender,

cool against warm skin.

fingers, entangled—

snared

deep kisses.

tongues like fishes,

darting—

swimming before the gates of desire

fingers tracing the surface of the body—

like a blind man--

trying to discover the contours

of desire

where is love in all of this?