# Cherry Covered in Chocolate I taste the sweetness of your flesh caught between my tongue and teeth— a burst of red juice, ruby bright, against the dark coat of chocolate. Your skin shatters like thin promises, and I am left with the stone at the centre, hard as a secret, impossible to swallow. This is how love tastes: first the rush of sugar, then the bitterness, then the pit. I spit it out into my palm, hold it there gleaming— a small, perfect thing I cannot eat.

You and I are lost in dance.....
Soon the music sinks into silence......
With theatrical, sensual gleam,
you, drawn by me, soar......


Like a sweet drunken cherry,
you spin in the warmth of my hands
and words of desire grow needless
in a whirlwind of 'mounting ache'......


Walking through the threshold in my mind, I
never tired of the thought of boldly summoning:
to peel away chocolate from your silk
and taste it with a fierce wine......


We hear nothing but ourselves---
in two hearts we are given the rhythm.....
From our breath catching and quickening,
the blood grows only stronger.....


Hastily leaving behind a portrait of
frivolous and empty arts
and.....


.....in the end,
turned upon our backs,
we both knew this taste.....