The Mason Jar

As this October moon is rising I’m drifting in your cell And mingling with each trinket. I know you all to well. I know your every coveted curve And every secret shrine. Your body is my temple. I’m drinking in your wine. I’m lingering on a sidewalk. I’m humming out a tune. I’m wanting you so openly As day is peaking noon. Come hither to my dim lit quarters In metallic sugared pace. Your skin tastes of magnolia When pulling close your face. Our basin days will whither Now touching in a creek, A combination cold clicked out A slipping slithered leak. Like filling up a mason jar And stapled in a scry. I’m needing you so openly. My jar is sudden dry.