5.5.22

I am struck with a love for a woman.

Tender and affectionate,

A softness of touch,

Of lips,

Of hands grasped in

Twilight hours.

Perfumed with pines and ferns – 

A wild woman,

With which she has escaped

Into the forests and stars,

Thieving my bleeding heart. 

I am struck with a love for a woman.

Dance until feet give out; 

Kiss until our lungs cry mercy; 

Whisper sweat-soaked pleasures 

Until our voices crack.

I am struck with a love for a woman.

Tastes of warmth and safety;

Of a home only imagined,

Now reality. 

I am struck with a love for a woman,

And my mind is lost in the thought of 

You.