Hovering in the friendly darkness
the door clicks closed beyond her
and scandalously, but without fear
they turn and turn closer
in a nest of dizzying leaves
in a cove of wandering eyes
Through these leaves she
catches a subtle palm,
messenger of his stormy mind
placed gently and purposefully
on her abdomen, equidistant
from hipbone to hipbone
Panting in the humming darkness
their salty skin is radiant
They blink slowly, as to
let the fluttering fury pass
and they kiss with intention
and they forget to falter
Through the silence he nods
and candles hang above the moon
His honeyed song grows wild
a blooming black poppy in her
rising chest, petals stretching
from shoulder to shoulder
Rattling in the settling darkness
her third eye never closes
and her fingers marry his
drumbeat, his driving force
Her voice is kept and watered
Her mind clatters ceaselessly
In this present there is
no past, not a silken moment
but now, a sly character who
slips along gracefully, departing at
the birth of an eggshell sun
the birth of unfettered joy
23 November 2009
