August 22, 2010


Our unmade bed
Tossled sheets
Of checkered red
Clouded decisions
And a family-less clan

Thoughts of you
Crash against his whispers
Vestiges of my weakness
Echo your name
In the tangle of wet

Flesh and tongues
marry need and want
Clasped hands
Squeeze love
To dust and diamonds

My leg over warm thighs
Breast to belly
His crowned heart
Pulses in my ear
Breathless sunrise

Our reflection of blue
His search is over
For me
This passion
It's only just begun

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