Molasses Poem by April Michelle Wolverton

your fingers settle sweetly
to graze
the stark point of hip-
breath casting shadows
and dampening
the gentle point where shoulder
and neck softly connect.

but your voice, my dear,
your thoughts...
you just won't seep in.

and My Love! I only wish
to crack open your brain-
My Love! I need to
read it as a map-
to memorize your cell paths.

I plead,
please allow me to swim
deep inside of you-
to become a part of you.

it is only from here,
from your dark blood,
where I can finish
creating this world
I have planned for us.

but your voice, my dear,
your words...
you just won't seep in.

until
you
trickle-
thick
just
as
molasses.
you
with
your-
so
slow
fill
my cup.

but, Love...
even if I...
even if I stay...
you will not last.