Blow back,

a sliver of space between us

as you push the ghost,

the whispered phantom

between my teeth

and I chew down upon its non-corporeal ridges

and mull over the deep intensity to come.

Blow back,

I see your eyes my love,

I see your eyes, blazing fury,

“You bring out the best in me you know”,

you tell me, erotically spilling secrets

that you kept hidden from the darkness;

now over tinsel toned music, the waft

of a Tori Amos song, you divulge them,