In the white flags of smiles,
I pause-
In the white linen,
Pressed sheets-
I breathe-
In your hip,
Just above your thigh,
That lovely dip-

Into heat-

That languid afterthought,
Of us-
Coming up for air-
Thirsty,

Our language,
Now sparse-
We already know-
What to lay out,

What to leave behind-

Just smooth lines,

Now-
A cadence within
That beats –
Twirls
iridescence,

Promising
Connection-