D R I Z Z L E

haste....
Lust,
the rush from the toes
tremulous thighs..
the tingle from the spine
from the kidneys
to the heart hitch rush
and the fast beat
swell forward and tense
stretch
close the eyes
and inhale
the wide nostril flare
heels apart
finding the centre

Outside the window
the wind finds a finger
to the bare middle
landscapes
and erect soulful
erroneous zones

the drapes swirl
aside like bangs
and a rhythm
starts....climbing
a higher arch
the night is a lover
anonymous
and free
dark and sacred
potent
electric
striving
riding
more demanding
stronger
eager
confident

the hunger grows
the salivating
swirls
the wild blaze
matches the
glaze
and images
pump

grind
soothe
chase
rush
faster
and faster