Hatt-rus

I waited a long year to be with my lover again.
I went east and east
stopping finally with a genuine pause,
wishes meeting his waking howls
      and my wounded ghost.
Luscious murmur provocative flow
along my neck down my back
circling my wrists urgent
hardships endured for me he says.

Gently love, we have a whole week together you and I.
His scorching lethargy
a drowsy breath rowing in waves of sun,
suggestive and burning, showing no mercy or
      forgiveness for having made him wait.
‘A year is a long time’ he rages,
his incessant lovers before and more to come
all brood with me.
A dreadful stirring, a dreadful beauty
      succumb to his rhythm and rule
part of the harem
delighting in capture and nourishment.

A week gone,
I leave him again.
We cry salty tears and exchange last glances,
      feel August already over
‘A year is a long time’ I say to my lover,
wait for me.