All Tomorrow’s Meetings
Not too many months
from now, we will meet.
An inexorable
oncoming storm
crackling static, electric
nature’s heat,
forged dreams collide
in passion reborn.
We could retreat.
Sit silent, side by side,
avoid eyes, frigid watch
as ebbing tide
rakes over our
ancient mud, flat deny
swollen sunrise, peck
cheek, shy smiled goodbyes,
or embrace. Heave
breasts, bodies throbbing beg
wanton lips to kiss
hair, forehead, neck, thighs,
full feast, bury
heads, teasing tongues part legs,
hot tangled Gorgon’s
knot, shuddering ride.
Reason chaste thought,
speak only coward’s verse,
but no earthly
power halts nature’s course.
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