forsythia in bloom

prodigal dance to a finger's rhythm
the undeniable force scatters my brain
into hieroglyphic fragments 
your body's most remote discovery
where wandering tongues
speak their syllables into my shadow
and yes it is certainly expressed with sharp teeth
your triangle's concerto deafens me in its unassailable
remark defining the morning's kisses

I kiss your sunburned shoulders
the wind is howling outside,a storm is on the horizon
we're locked in mortal combat
joined
at the hip,
lips lips
we are gripped,
open and parted
red, oh, so primal
ripe with passion
like blossoms
thrusting weeping cherries
into the sky

clamoring in the verdant regions
where your secrets found me begging
I discovered the fountain from your heart's
passion and I am poured into life beside you
with all that this joy can give
until i am again a stranger to such dreams
as your touch

spill your seed, my love,
let us always be hungry enough
to return home,
like poems inside our melodies.