Queendom

Now I understand

how poor Guinevere

lost her head and crown.

What can a kingdom offer,

(what is treason?)

against the knots you tie

(untie)

in me?

You don’t need your hands

(clever as they are)

to unspool me from myself.

You unwind me in other ways.

In the hearth of your mouth

I come apart.

Disintegrate,

dissolve.

Is this... Delirium?

Delight?

Which, I cannot say.

Your murmurs are fingers sauntering,

trailing down my spine.

I grip your kaleidoscope arms,

steal the heat of your skin.

I want to be warm with you everywhere.

Laughing breath on my thighs

Dragging chills from every nerve.

I pour myself out to you

Do you want to take me in?

I want to take you.

I sigh your name.

You shiver with mine.

Tightly twined as serpents

convulsing in desire.