Poetry

Driving Desire

by

Kimi Boylan

Drive
the miles it takes, in the black of the night
to the open door of my heated room
and throw my body to the nearest floor
in the light of a flame and a pulse I can't hear

Drive
your tongue down my throat
and release the unfaithful distance
of painful anticipation and welcoming
a fresh penalty wrapping me with surmountable will

Drive
your flesh in deep to the sacred spaces
where my soul lives and breathes
and plant your stake in my heart
bleeding me, saving me from more than madness