I wanted you so



 I imagine biting that full lip,
hitting your one crooked tooth hard with mine,
sweeping your  rough stubble and deeply carved filcrum
 with my mouth

Tasting your bittersweet smell low on my tongue,
swallowing your tall pride in one gulp
and never shut my eyes,
taking in all the grey water of yours

Salt in the wound of loneliness
is this desire, fermenting slowly
the wisdom of love, when lust
is the only highway to travel on