Bare Bones

Let me taste your cyanide
Intimate garden between your thighs
So wet from rain of aniticipation
So wet as you descend from the sky

And I glaze my tongue
In your viscosity
Your love and lust
Your drive to rain

Grasping for you
Wanting for you
You stifle the sentences
Streaming from my mouth

And siphon the words
Into nothing but ecstacy
For your garden
And what lies there

What intimate
Flagrant things
You silence me with
Making me mute for you

Let me open my mouth
And have your reign
Rain down...