Last night found you and me,
on a black velvet cushion;
Our eyes memorizing each other.
Desire shines like stars in the darkness of sky.
Is it frankincense?
Or odors of lust curling up around our bodies?
A tango of tongues and scents as if to say,
“Be my opium for the night!”
Collar bones inked with faint marks,
left traces of your devouring mouth and its appetite.
Moans displacing immigrant silence from its adobe;
earth quivering to the rhythm of two bodies intertwined.
A confluence of two wholes into a sculpture humanized.
We fall back with an interlude of sighs.
Our forever nestled in a hollow heart of the fading moon.
A stark question hangs in this shuffle of printed curtains;
Will this firestorm outlast the realm of one night?