EVERY INCH OF MY SKIN

Conceived in desire,

I birthed like a broken promise – breech

five elements moulded tender infancy,  

fire at the core,

youth melted red hot, spanning decades

melded into an embrace

that consumed every inch of our skins.

My body next to yours waits in the dark

loneliness and desire oozing through each pore

ready, till you remembered to love me more,

as you claim every inch of my skin.

My body will not survive the ravages of time

or my soul wait to rebirth,

nor the promises of an imaginary eternity

keep me waiting and wanting.

I am greedy for you now,

can’t wait for another baptism

to sanctify every inch of my skin.

Your eyes answer the question that burns my guts.

Will there ever be another me? You do love me?

I, your only one, accept life without an answer

knowing you too are trapped

 in an orbit of obsession

to possess every inch of my skin.

A door has opened through which we walk,

 a path well trodden, a beaten track

of quivering ecstasy in total surrender,

while you turn on your side

and sleep like a child, I wait for sleep

to reclaim every inch of my skin.

Finally, we live a life together,

with a hungriness we share,

older than old now, I leave.

Death makes that choice.

Now I wait for rebirth,

with every inch of my skin