Moment by moment the craving

intensified during the night

it grew in silent moans

roots like a tree it spread

eavesdropping just outside

our bedroom and I lay

next to you analyzing your

right nipple, wondering whether

to feel it or let it relax in

its poetic effusion, soft

breeze from the open window

brings sweet memories

of a shore and

you said —

how nice if we could swim

in our secluded little cove