TUSCANY

heap your dreams upon me
and i’ll moon shoot the miracle
of an everlasting anything.
i'll be yours like no other
and so consumed
that champing at the bit
is a banquet
and all my synergies
sinless.

baroque like a fog
of rapture-
attuned to a wondrous
displacement
of miracles…

as no other love can conjure,

tread upon my bespoke
agenda
to step into
my perfect lust
unhidden.

coil with me, where I love
the eager earth of you
and join the meager perils
of our rebellion
with my absolute
spark agog.

all the tyrannies
of passion
open to debate

By Kiss.