(no subject)

Desire is sly
pricking you sometimes
when you least expect her
so that you jump
and look around
and wonder where
that shivery
tickling-twitching feeling
on the back of your neck
and knees and skull
came from-
until you see two shadows
and catch the scent
of summer peaches
and hear a laugh
that promises everything
you ever wanted...



Edit - I stole one of the images in the poem from Demon, I admit it.