Purgatory

Dipping your lips into the
hollow of my hipbones,
brushing fingers across
this plane of uncertainty,
pooling like blood, warm
and thick upon the satin
of our shoulders turned
to glance the other way.

I anticipate your touch,
the inferno in our hearts,
licking flames up to loins,
melting glaciers in veins,
the heat on your tongue
could release us both from
this salted kingdom come
we keep trying to outrun.

– B.

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