I can't keep my mouth off of your skin. And my hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you. Fumbling for rhythm when we kiss, your tongue dances with mine trying hard to keep the soft, wet time. We are not new lovers even if it feels like old pleasures are suddenly gone. I feel you fading, and soon your star turns to black, even if the love we share runs red until the end of time. That needle and chain are one, and they plunge down, then wrap around, injecting ecstasy along the way. In the end it wrings all the blood from a love I could never maintain.
-Jim Franks
-Jim Franks
