BAIN MARIE

BAIN MARIE

Air moist
Like it was
From your mouth
Warm like it was fresh
From your lungs
And wet
Like I was
From your womb
In your arms.

Drawn and trickled
Along my pores
They opened
To you
My secrets
Sedating me.
You discussed them
Intimately with friends
Over fondue.

You
Women knew
How to melt
A man in baths
Of subtle emotion
Like water
Clung to you.

You
Like dark chocolate
On ripe strawberries
Bittersweet and always
Addictive.