in the heat-blackness
youandi
we are the curve of your back
(and my fingers racing down it)
we are the scent of your lips on my neck
alone tonight(with all the World around us asleep)
inhaling the sweet water of this blanketed (past)midnight
we are your brown eyes
silent as wide oceans
we are moving like water over one another
tracing outlines,
smelling your skin like incense
i am a lazy creek winding down your body
we are the darkness
tonight
(when even after Night has fallen asleep)
we are still moving
we are our milky skin
and rapture that teardrop-falls down your flecked cheeks
how lucky we are!
to sing this tomorrowless tonight into one another’s lips
(and harmonious)
alone
alone
alone
we are (radiantly)
together.
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