sicilian winds

i had your hand in mine

with soft fingertips you stroke my palm

and lips of pillow pink

plush and wet

our mouths embrace one last time

your smell devours me

sweet sugar scent

patchouli

i run my tongue against your sweat
your fingers grazing languid at my waist
and almond eyes squint like a cat retracting his gaze
in fear of loving his master too much.

ruddy child you are
i kiss your smooth skin back
and sometimes i feel your touch behind me
whispering affection on my neck

like sicilian winds
slamming doors