Jennifer R. Shloming
 

Years
Flow
Like this
And I think
You will never know...
I desire more – so much more;
And with pleasure I suffer from hallucinations.
Your unfamiliar index finger deftly lifts my chin in such an intimacy
I have no choice but to surrender into your eyes;
A firm arm then snakes around me –
An unyielding pull
Lifts me up
And we
Are
One