Bald Head Sun
by cruisinginspaceandtime
A cup of coffee soakes the aroma everlasting
that corrupts the air, shaking into harmony.
Moisture into ice, steaming up the hose;
Caressing her timid white flesh as
kisses breeze through the window
fill the room with silent words
in the ear soundless and angelic
and laughing crazy trills through his veins.
Over the shoulder, from the neck
his palm waves down the spine.
Two black gems, turn from night to light;
Big bald head peaks over the street as it
gathers drops from moisted heat
it rays on black silky hair
glittering from beneath the skin
and taste of pale freedom maddens him