Your Love Is Sun-Dried Sex

A Poem

My Photo, Immersive Van Gogh

Your love is sun-dried tomatoes
sex that sweetens with heat

how it brings out sugars
to the surface to taste

on your buds yawn
open to take in every bite

of delectable sweet
with a smokey finish.

I taste you in sleep
slumber with you by my side

feeding me your nectar
open drawbridge mouth

come inside sacred
pews that ask me

to bend knees
at the confessional

of your bones.
Stand above me like

a god
a skyscraper

to drag my skeleton up
you are the Tower of Babel

where tongues twist
into a new language

something dead
that is reborn

in the Latin
we used to speak

before my mouth
curled inside yours

your body is sacred
and I bury myself in you.