poems,  poetry

in the moonlight

reflection of
solid red glow
in the cracked
scratched glass
sitting up in sweaty
and dry throats
quenched by stale
mineral water

linen sheets
breathing over
naked legs and
soft corners
and lines
of pink skin
chest heaving
still trapped in the
locked in that embrace
that has no words
it has no moment

no defined time
or feeling
yet vague

the sweet smell
of love and bodies
twisted in knots
that go on forever
deep sighs and
closed eyes
stealing wanted kisses
and glances

between puffs of smoke
in the silence
the mirror
beaming moonlight
giving us enough
to light the next cigarette

to catch the life in our eyes
as we laid
hand in hand
billowing and sipping
loving and silent