Melons after midnight
Eating melons after midnight
a sort of aftermath to making love.
I taste their sweetness
moist as your tongue on my neck
soft as your hand on my breast.
Their succulent sap
falls from our kiss.
Their tender flesh
delicious—strange
melts in my mouth.
Melons after midnight:
an exotic touch
of love’s embrace
sweeter than all.
a sort of aftermath to making love.
I taste their sweetness
moist as your tongue on my neck
soft as your hand on my breast.
Their succulent sap
falls from our kiss.
Their tender flesh
delicious—strange
melts in my mouth.
Melons after midnight:
an exotic touch
of love’s embrace
sweeter than all.
Þetta ljóð birtist í skoska bókmenntatímaritinu Nerve árið 2000.