Tube Roar

Tube Roa

And now a star blossoms
And now the long white throats
Of jasmine exhale
Into the simmering dusk.
A bead of sweat
Traces the sultry curves
In the hollow of your back.

And now your throat trembles
And now the catch of breath
As if triggered by a lover's hand
Touching you just there.
The bats skim by
Through the blue dark my gaze
Flickers over your pale flesh.

And now the air teases
And now your salty skin
Will tremble in need
Under my wakening touch.
Open to me
And I will prison you
In the hollow of my soul.