The Only Fear Left

In the nicotine of your kiss, My skull cracks Like a woodpecker’s migraine. You chew my passion endlessly, And an orchid blooms in your belly, With violet whispers. I look for dark planets In roots of your skin’s hairs. Your dream steers my soul, And navigates me into your depths. Sands of your hips spill nervously, And time stands still In drunken rustling of your breasts. I am no longer afraid of winds, So, I hold your young waist Even on this stormy night. But my head spins Like a weathercock in a tornado. My eyes become two dogs Guarding your honey-suckled heart. But the only fear left is Of the ghostly tongues under the bed, Waiting for their turns.