Passion

Eyes wide as moons, 
ears empty, 
absorbing, 
my tongue splitting 
taste and smell. 
 
Would you kiss me? 
Titillating tongues 
in crossfire. 
 
Who am I? 
 
Madly I devour 
the ounces of your passions, 
those occupied thoughts, 
your fears. 
 
I live on 
your fricative palaver. 
Dare take you 
into my psyche. 
 
Would you volley? 
 
Let me slither through your words, 
warm my blood upon your meanings, 
coil myself around you... 
 
I'll spit poison into your eyes; 
get you drunk on me, 
under starry sky 
we'll writhe 
on poetry.

Lunar Leviathan