Blueprints of Intimacy

don't care where we stand

capitalize bird prints in the sand

don't care who knows

an Alexandrian library aflame

blueprints of intimacy

tied in a knot kiss my cheek it touches my soul your name the breastplate of Cleopatra gems enthroned a gleam set deep against the black I reached in and tried to touch your soul offered to tie you to the bed post did what I could I know I thrilled your cheeks reddened like the setting sun 

desire will have what it wants