Spill

Spill
Better than any sleeping pill
Yes there’s water
And yet I quarter
For I am drowned
Bound
As you are too
In love us two

Spill
I steal
The heart, the honor, and the drops
But should I stop
To continue, to proceed, to want and need
You and me to be
A dream, a creation, the two of us
Making love

Spill
The skill
Of bodies entwined
Curves and lines
Perspire, inspire, lifting us higher
Heaven or Hell this fire
To treasure
Such pleasure

Spill
Until
All is spent
But not rent
You always
Night and day
Colors dry
Beneath the light

Spill
Here
Over you and me
And so we sleep
The light
You my beautiful sight
Love overflows until
Upon the bed we Spill

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