Lit by sparks, debris in flame,
I could not meet his eye.
Your gaze was coal along my spine
burning me alive.
We swayed on lukewarm asphalt
futures scribed across the sky
I closed my eyes against the night
And felt your footsteps shift with mine.
I arched my back against your breath
you rasped, "can I cut in?"
Your lips against my lobe
left me taught and thin.
The glow of sparse-lit flares
your fingers worked against my skin
a desperate moan escaped me
at my gasp you flushed and grinned.
Knuckles clenched along my hip
bare feet weak on a damp road
the bodies parted, our gaze persisted,
swallowed pain and my eyes closed.
Because you are not mine
I am not yours
we had one night,
and yet no cure.
First poem entirely constructed with specific format and rhyme. Let me know how I did.