Anointed

tender thing
your dark hair mine
sweat-soaked and clinging
to mascara streaked with me
marking you mine

i drip from you
honey from a hive
running
like the viscous strings
between your thighs

those eyes
dark-shadowed and staring
softly up at me
from bleeding knees
in useless pleading

through sticky lips
you break a little smile
content. anointed.
vanilla salt-water taffy
escaping your mouth

a dirty little thing
this love of ours
pulling you toward me
beautiful
to kiss me deeply again