A poem from the exquisite pen of Tara, exploring how desire can wake us up to a more glorious and fulfilling reality.
Depth Charge
Depth charge
Probe sensor
Electric epiphanies explode on my skin
And you’re under it
Desire beds in
Chemistry streaming,
Steaming,
Hot damn, you can’t argue with it
Charisma flooding sleepy cavities
Tactile dialogue overwhelming senses
That shout themselves awake
Declaring their freedom
Red hot molten desire gleams
Mine
This
Rich
Seam