One Sweet Gulp

quick bolt tight lightning
grip, thigh deep
in thick sand

south landing mound
in palm of your hand
hot air

tumbles over bare
back, raw hide lash
prints where cougars
sit

Black panther, I pray
for a taste
of your thread,
silk lessons spinning
deep under
skin

pricked thorns leak
wildly like
we

a gesture
a kiss
a swift, single move

then tongue to tongue
a battle for the best
pulse over pulse
one
sweet
gulp