Smoke Words

Soot stains
my tongue
from
the ash

remnants 
of the fire
we made
the
blaze
in our wake
fingers black,
trails
down the back
of my spine
now
singed
tinged
with the time
taken to
grind 
bones 
down 
slow
I, mortar
you pestle
nestled
at the base of me
settled 
sweet 
drawing ache from me 
working circles 
smoothing 
soothing
surfing
at the wake of me
sheets steeped

the sweet tea 

of wet sex

sweat 

salt 

sea

I imagine

we

look like shadows

charcoal 

on canvas

smudged 

soft

spread across

all our angles

with abandon

with fervor 

ravenous 

for flesh 

teeth bared 

mouth 

begging

to be fed

the slow simmer 

of glances

becomes actions

kisses are kindling 

igniting 

inviting 

heat 

builds

burns bright

brighter

blinding 

we explode 

stars

in our throes 

cries in our throats

tears 

spill hot 

dampen 

darken

embers taper to glow

walls

coated in gold

we reduced to 

broken bits of coal

soot stains 

on my tongue

breathing slow

whispers signaling sleep

speaking only 

in smoke