confessionally

Written by: cayetano young

comfort 
is not in form of sweat 
nor in movement
but in the creases
of pillows and sheets
white as lies
where i carve my secret

reverie:
no dosage of metaphor
when it comes to you 
and the heat
of your lips 
pressing
against 

mine 
and the brace 
of your body
warm as your skin and pores
and breath and the touch 
of your fingers
on the course of this

spine 
and the need 
i confess 
and plead 
guilty in between
your legs 
entwined.




Author's note: inspired by Sir John Heck's poem entitled Ewe and Eye.