tectonic shoulder blades, rising and falling, sensuous rubbing
the beyond the smooth skin,
        clasps of lips and hands alike, natural

window, lit by the dark-indigo-crevasses of stars peering through
        and makes like the sun and moon-- chiaroscuro
entwined upon unbuttoned sheets        perhaps        this
        can save        the daylight's dragging through

promises to follow skin's pathways        into their depths
        into where only stars light up        through the nadir
experiencing flight, exquisite libido, orgiastic now lolled


where one goes,        the other follows
       two hearts, bodies, one soul
unfolds the lifetime exploring as a heaven