This piece was originally written for a Creative Writing class at NYU.
you
take refuge in my abundance
let me mark you with my blood
douse you and make you my own
together we are in the terror of beauty
our oneness incomplete with yearning
once
twice
three times
we rock
softness pierced with pain
with soft growling against the drum of my ear
i wonder
am i yours?
is this heat an illusion?
a mirage in the glaring desert of passion?
and yet
there are moments
with your breath in my throat
when i begin to drift
up
into some universe where
you and i
are the only names on the census
in a land made from your bones
and my skin
complete with a constellation of soft marks
in that fertile ground
we plant our potential
dreaming of a sprouting
like the black seed in a dark stomach
tender leaves prying through moist lips
reaching for nourishment
encultura 