! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Plain Vanilla Lust Poem by Rehan Hyder

From the ewer of your mouth I
wish to taste wines distilled
in vineyard of heart
Not much just want to taste
the salt of your skin
and then let that taste live on forever
and feed my soul
I want to sow hunger with
the flame of your tongue
on my tongue
my hands contain the encyclopedias
of exuberance my hands read from your skin
In my nudity I've been honoured
Defamed in flowing robes

Ah this unopened letter from yore
astir from metallic motion
Has become a pen; becoming paper in turns
My own haiku of encounter orphaned
By right syllables at wrong time