Moonstruck


Your mouth
courses down my neck,
fingers rush in
to inscribe urgent news
into my lungs,
pulling me closer
you impel me to chime in
with the chaos
& as if moonstruck, we taste
in each other's flesh
ambrosia that for second helpings
keeps us coming back.


–EntangleDesigns

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