Breathing is staggered, ragged
and desire ripples in the shivering
There’s a pounding from within that awakens
a stirring. A new kind of hunger.
Sweat glistens in the photograph that the brain
and there is more than one
way to bring it forth, from the dark room.
Scorch the image on to memory
with flesh and fire
and flashes of pulsing excitement.
Now’s the time…