Evening Sextet

Small plates and a drink

Watching art come into being

Hands held in a park


Eyes looking deep, lips

Touch, ignite, draw together

Warm Sweetness engulfs


Drive to my place and

Up stairs, firmly embracing

Off chasing the moon


That spot on your neck

Provokes, enflames, detonates

Fusion reaction


Sand melding to glass

Boundaries evaporate

Limbs entwine and twist


Bodies open and

Swallow each other whole, then

Breathe, cool down, repeat


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