fingers creep around your hips
clamping skeleton through skin
your stomach concave,
i rest my head there to listen.

you breathe deeply and out a shudder
directing my hands from your hip
and around your arched spine, now rise.
your exhales leave marks on the walls- our spies.

let them hear in gasps and oh's
our wordless recounts of smile & woe,
let them wish for eyes to peak,
our limbs speaking between sheets.

they will suppress mounting urges that could not hold,
blank faces will cover stories
from one lover to another
in a distressed ****** smother.