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