Come

Come Pleasure, vital seducer
to the bed, to the quarry vulnerable,
lean in, look, there linking you and
uncertainty, she awaits...

Peel back the clatter of sleep,
bare the quiet neck flush with need,
kiss the nipple under a patient pulse.

A kiss?
Two, passionately fixed,
mouth to mouth, irrational gesture this –
yet consume we must, infantile urge
to suckle, ravenous lips, crackling fire
as tongues poke about like starving chicks
inquisitive for edibles –

It is an act of greed, of taking,
or perhaps exchanging lives
for just a few minutes...
questing some curative extract,
some soul supplement to relieve the
boredom of having just one skin,
or some attempt to solve the
exhaustion of living in between.

Such delirium uninvited, until
an Angel inwardly whispers
“Come”

And you know you must come…
come in
come again
come to
until you become
a single living thing,
from two...

end/Michael