3:45 a.m. Pompeii

in the hours of sleep
you come to me
whisper secret longings
you know I share
your hands and lips
hunt my flesh
a nocturnal quest
for passion
pull and open
push and fill
make way to climb
inside the volcano
of my body
your need
quick and intense
calls to the deep
places in me
I can remain quiet
only so long
before my lust
erupts white-hot
burns us both to ash
in each other’s arms