there is a ramble around
the room
that falls at your hips
with pornography of
your kiss
drinking dubious
endeavors
spilling over with
bedroom whispers
when things unravel
there are slivers
and there is the
shivers from
connecting flesh
when things are undone
you are curled into me
and perspiration
tries to escape in
to the humidity
Incredibly beautiful evocation.
Starward