Thinking of you

Last night I seeped into the floor.

Through..

Carpet..

Dust..

Wood..

Paper and Concrete..

Down.

Down through the foundations..

Then in a flurry of soil sand and sea

I was by the foot of your warmth..

Sniffing the sleep off your thighs

Then in your gentle stirrings

Slaking my thirst in you.

Having had my fill

Snaking deep..

And inside

Tasting slippery contours
In bone flesh and sinew

Rising and falling,
Beating to your body rhythms.

Playing notes up your spine

Into the temple of your thoughts.

There I paused..

Some places sacred.

But I licked the inside of your eyeballs
before I left you to your dreams..

Today..

You wonder why you think of nothing else but me.