We are naked on the red sitting room carpet
Open curtains daring early rising neighbours to see...
See innocence unfurled
Washed of itself and smelling of come
My back on carpet,
Your back on carpet
White ceiling greeting rising breath
A look to you
Brown eyes at me
Warning
This may not be it
Heaven wrecked your body
Cast curses on breasts, thighs
Puked up so some rare mortals
Could taste
Tongue tip angelic fles
Cold eyes bake 4am
Goose pimples provoke
Stroked
Sips from a glass
You gasp as cold drops down
The inward curve of your thigh
Cooling it
‘Love comes here not often’
You look away
Calling
For a time this couldn’t be true
Back of fingers roll shoulder, elbow, hand
Fingers reply in faint recognition
Though tender, substantial
Gaze that this time it could be
Gaze and look for nothing
Gaze than what is offered
Gaze
I curl you in purple fleecy nylon gown
Grey blanket round us two
Gaze
Head yields to my shoulder
Barest incline
Before you realise this is too much and pull away
---- pssst! - this follows this - see how the ball goes round? -----
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