p o e t r y

55

Like lonely shadows upon distant walls

they danced without the flickering midst

of the world behind their drawn blinds

they had no meaning of time

merely the touch of skin upon lips, eyes and fingertips

and how they hummed in pleasure

as if planets collided under her

eyelashes

from the way he touched her making her freckles constellate

but she looked at him like broken waves

from the highest cliff.

their breaths clashed against necks and hipbones

passion stained sheets, tangled limbs

and swallowed breaths upon lovers lips

this is how they spent their time

beside each others bones