elemental (I)

this woman

should be sleeping in his arms

sun filtering through the night and day curtains hung above his bed

smelling his sweet-earth breath

curling her soft rounded body to his

lean and hard

seeking his warmth for hers

tasting his kiss

a warm current,

a relentless pull that makes her drunk

and wavy and wanting

and woven into his dark woman-swallowing desire

***

this spell-caught woman should be with him

in his hands that held her

with such banked intensity

as his body moved over and into hers

slow, deep, over

and again

***

she aches now

feels the absence of him everywhere

she aches

simply and fully aches

for him

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