Flooding Forges

Your lips feel like pulling leather When I kiss you and bite Into the scented pulp behind them. Your breath is mist behind waterfalls, The calm washes over my face But I will not stop to stare in awe, My fingers are quicksilver in darkness, Feel them slip between your bends, Become iron that stokes your furnaces, While I drink your defeated smiles. Quiver with your mouth on my ear, Feel hammers fall on red-hot steel As my body shudders and every wave Reaches your shores, Meets your fires And extinguishes them With loud hisses and long sighs.