You are dripping down my chin again
though I have not seen you in months
a dream cast in fresh spices and honeyed wine
succulent sweet
your sweat lapped up by my tongue
nails dug into tender flesh
chains and canes thumping across your skin
bent and bowed before my boots
a willow in the dimmed light

Feral growls erupt from your throat
fangs dig in to find a pulse and latch on
breathing my ghostly apparitions away
candle lit and heady in my mouth
eyes locked in the shade
of your long and limber branches
mango filling my senses
dancing into dream