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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