You stand behind

You stand behind, like a paintingan unfinished canvas to lay mystroke on.We swop attitudes, exchange kissesburned by lack of time, the drummingof the night.A communion of opposites, holy waferred blood’s hidden dregs in core of sacredcup.Nourished by the presence of you, tautin summer air, riding the hook of a crescentmoon.We wait for consummation, our fingers turnedto liquid and our tongues melting in the spacebetween meetings.Pretty boys make passes, countries riseand fall behind the effigy of my smile asI think of you..I’ve lost time in dark corners where thependulum swings, you’ve walked in blindedalleys where the dogs bark.This is a summer ecstasy, things are notmade without desire, and this desire has burst :leaving us gasping.