A Bridge of Flesh

 

Moonlight could have killed
the color in her face,
sucked the roses from her mouth.

I saw her eyes like fish in tanks,
swimming behind glass.
And her mouth grinned like a fool.

No words could ever bridge our realms.
She uses hers like loud perfume
while I use mine like shapes of stone.

Yet some night soon I’ll plunge my tongue
into her listening cave
and let my thrusts of muscle tell

a bridge of flesh
where minds could never meet.