“ambrosia” (7/6/2024)
last night i dreamt you were brushing your hand against my neck the way the poets used to
your blond hair tickling my cheeks as i dimpled for you
your scent intoxicating me, except you weren’t wearing perfume, for it was you, my love
it was only ever you, just out of my sight, shimmering like your tambourine, sweetly singing the chorus line as I drowned in your
ambrosia
ambrosia
was the name of the drug i got high on while you caressed the hollow between my rising-falling breasts
it was the golden hour light reflected in your blue eyes whose brilliance halted me as i rode the most appalling of ecstasies
holy was the sunset, and holy were our breaths
holy was your hand around my throat as i tried to keep down the
ambrosia
ambrosia
was the color between your parted lips was the
arch of your back was the shape of your profile was the
softness of your belly was the fleeting taste of your sweat. honey
there was nothing like the touch of your skin on mine it was
ambrosia
