Hidden Lovers

Down the gravel road we drive,
not clear at all if our spot's still there;
back and forth at each other, we look,
not a word is spoken . . .
stillness and silence creeps in between us and remains,
"...so how come you made it so long this time?"
points are made,
first one, then another and another;
each one has their turn;
arrival brings silence and we shed our time quickly,
each thinking,
what was left last time and how strange it all is,
like something between us is not the same,
like this is the first time . . .
Our touch gradually melts away our confusions,
removing all doubts as we
become each other's nakedness,
exploring down into our secrets,
responses directing our efforts as if on stage,
sampling and tasting, building sensations
stirs the long deep inside us both;
like frantic animals, we claw out our desires,
clinging then surpassing a previous moment;
higher and harder we claw until the moistures
from our convulsions erupts and we are
smeared by it perfumes . . .
collapsing like a comet in the sky on a night like tonight,
into each other's open arms, softly
holding onto the remains of our tenderness.

February 1987