Is This What You Want?

Here's some more erotic poetry:

“Lust” by Yusef Komunyakaa

If only he could touch her,

Her name like an old wish

In the stopped weather of salt

On a snail. He longs to be

Words, juicy as passionfruit

On her tongue. He’d do anything,

Would dance three days & nights

To make the most terrible gods

Rise out of ashes of the yew,

To step from the naked

Fray, to be as tender

As meat imagined off

The bluegill’s pearlish

Bones. He longs to be

An orange, to feel fingernails

Run a seam through him.