some lingerie
by the door
another swoon
to the floor

so restless
our heated nights
we forget
the city lights

and loudly
we do proclaim
that pleasure
is the same

as floating
is to feathers
and pulling
at our teathers

we tear
to the core
of what
we live for

burning in
love and lust
endlessly until
our bones rust

and ashes
take the sky
until then
our bodies fly