–for Lithica Ann
A taste of their black lips, and I’m thrust in their darkness.
Kiss after kiss, our bodies combust in their darkness.
My mouth is a temple, swollen with prayers to their curves.
Each moan is a votive, flickering stardust in their darkness.
Their skin is a canvass I brush with my fingertips,
until they shudder, a palette of blush in their darkness.
As they unwind, a moonflower slick with rain,
we perfume the shadows with sweaty lust in their darkness.
Let the Pilgrim drink the wine of their thighs
then sing, drunk with wanderlust in their darkness.
Joshua Gage is an ornery curmudgeon from Cleveland. His newest book, blips on a screen, is available on Cuttlefish Books. He is a graduate of the Low Residency MFA Program in Creative Writing at Naropa University. He has a penchant for Pendleton shirts, Ethiopian coffee, and any poem strong enough to yank the breath out of his lungs.