Lips are wet
with frosted vice
intentions met
with want and greed
a line drawn
deeply in my dreams
only crossed
with whispered needs
your remedy
is my vocal seed
I breathe
a stuttered hitch
to suck in
your spoken kiss
falling rocks
lend their voice
motion stops
in suspended choice
frozen arcs
of feminine curves
homage given
at your rising altar
sound escapes
strangled and unbidden
for the unseen
nothing is hidden.

© Averil Sperry