K. K.

Unmarked

To feel the heartbeat of his
inside of you. 
Not for long,   
but worth a lifetime of forgiveness.  Treasured moments,  
under the blood red setting sun. 
To devour and be devoured. 
You are his equal, his half, his whole. 
As your heart beats,  
and as his stops,   
you know it was the sweetest form of aching.

© K.K.
January 2023