The cantillated ring
and the rhythm of my heart sings to you.
Wired around you, is my lust to feel the never-ending clock of our existence.
Rotating on oceans,
our breeze is lighter than the flight of the heavens
guarded by a chain of emerald tears,
clearing out the brume filled field.
Forms of letters written on our bodies,
re-writing each moan that whispers mildly into your chest.
Erect with your secrets, your pressure unfolds
my honey flows, tingles,
as I do what I am told.