luxuria

you know the feeling

of hot breath on a cold windowsill?

in yearning, the glass

fogs up

and the way honey oozes

down your finger

if you happen to drip some 

onto yourself, an accident

and, the feeling

staring across the room

and you know, you must have your fingers 

running over their skin

the feeling of stars in your stomach

and the feelings of fire in your veins