Inspired by C. Barker’s fabulously primordial work
*
Yours. His. Theirs.
Bear the signs of something easily explained away as DNA yet is profoundly beyond such simplicity.
~
The discrete line of your jaw, which cuts through my confusion. I ache to scrape it bare, when nature takes over and appears as fine hairs, blurring the edge.
The pulse in your throat. Your neck is a pillar, upon which my lips rest. Paused, embraced in the sinew of your arms, my ear picks up the soft tattoo of your heart.
Place your hand on mine, the veins playing against the muscles and nerves, tapering to sensitive tips. My teeth want to playfully sink into your wrists.
The light hits you so perfectly. Let me look at you. Let me feast, assuage my growing hunger.
~
I tear my eyes away from your sleek thighs, the memory of the angle of your hips swinging around to your narrow rounded ass. Singed into the darkness of my shuttered eyelids.
The smell of your breath brings to mind the sea. Warm, salty. Open your mouth again and wash me clean.
~
Seen and admired but totally inherent to you. Natural.
Your cock.
Your flag marks the spot, where you are different from me, as night is to day.
Tracing the length. A line which stretches back, to the origins of the world.
Fragile it makes you and in turn, strong.
Fingers wrapping around, see the light blaze in your eyes. Pupils constricting, matching the aperture of the glans head.
The length, the depth, the absolute breadth of you. You draw the light, cast a dense shadow, take up space.
Disturb and excite the very air I need.
