Gone into the honeyed words
I laid out for you
To draw you nearer
A needless lure

Woven into garments of verse
Draped across your shoulders
Then coyly slipped off
In mutual baring

Braided into coarse chords of meter
We tied each other under night
Then cut free
With the blades of morning

Drummed into sensual rhythm
Two bodies in collision
Stabbing at unity
With syncopated heartbeats

Where is my poetry?

Gone

Into you

Where it belongs.

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Bio: Raziel Moore’s been writing erotica for more than 20 years, the first 10 years of which are thankfully lost. Desire and its colors, and control in its permutations — including its loss — are favorite subjects for short flashes, stories, and vignettes. Monocle is currently 1/3 of The Erotic Writer blog at eroticwriter.wordpress.com, and the proprietor of the very-short-piece microlensing.wordpress.com.