I bite into the
wet, sultry afterglow
of your presence.

The door swings open.
I reach for
the radiance left behind

It draws near,
—and swings closed,
suckling all light away.

I'd ruin my life,
If it meant feeling
your glow upon my face

I'll always grasp for you
the way
a fish clings to the
bait on the fishing rod.

hook,
line, and
never to let go.