Happy Anniversary, 14
The heat of heart and mind
holds me hard against you,
infuses veins already intoxicated
with the smell of you.
Slaked, but not
I go thirsty
in the sweetness of honey, peppered hot and tingling.
Touched, but not,
I am hungry
for the heat of envelopment
for the pressure of you.
How can so many years together
not end this sweet addiction?
Your fire holds me still
and like a moth,
I am drawn inexorably to you.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011