Couch fort love

I’ll lend you my eyes to curl up in
my hair to grind against
my wrists to tangle your fingers in
offer you this couch as our altar

your neck is a perfumed bond
that destroys me

so bound my limbs ten times tonight
tighter then in my tenfold dreams
where your soft growls
meet on my neck, behind my ear
taking
s l o w
l u n g e s
to find secret worlds
unexplored by man
in our couch fort love

my lips now moist from my absent years of you
dripping with your unknown secrets
your lips stealing my words before I can speak them
as the T.V blares in the background

my long fingers bent by the
l o n g e s t of longings
tranfixed against game shows

if you want to be with me
in this soft torment of night
and continue to whisper
my name,
in laboured sounds
I will build a tower for us
here on this couch
under these covers
and burn your name into
all the doors and soft furnishings
as you hold me closely
with your beautiful hands
that pulse with miracles