I was hot and bothered
The heat from your words poured into my fingertips
And I found myself sitting on the floor, begging for words to reach you,
To reach and to find release
Your word savored
I skimmed them this time, so I would be sure it was your skin in my hand, your black sturdy spine between my fingertips,
How I could drink you for days, my eyes forever thirsty
I absorb you into me
I come pouring, raging, on fire..
Tonight we will burn these sheets into scriptures,
scriptures of truth..