howls loud into the serene night,
a sultry and humid summer evening
muffles the breath-taking cries of
passion that too soon passed us by;
fingernails screech along the dried wood
like slithering shivers of passion, darkened
by the moonshine on the doorstep and
pressed up against me you lean, holding
me against the frame – indecisions
pour out of me, rolling down your smooth
silky thighs - vibrating sound waves
between us while holding us together – a
clinging wet T-shirt of desire on which
our feelings rest – faint sounds in the
distance mark time’s passing and the
answer we must soon give each other.
July 7,2012
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