Breathing hard,
we swam in the oceans of our skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the twilight beach

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me

within the decrepitudes
of waning one nights,
stands your inconsequential manhood...

As our Friday night disco breathing
Slows with the silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
Yet I allow your power to dry on me

but you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place

where you had landed
yet you never consider

my lips...