delicious, where new words roam
along starlit alleys and country roads
balconies at the theater
backseats
to become like the kiss with tongue
the soft touch of flesh in the loam
flecks of dew or sweat and hope
falling like electric spasms into the calm
neck her nape
his strong arms her breast
her legs soft his beard rough
the arms of lovers intertwined
like reeds in the cool mist waving
to the tune of majesty
with every breath
a new word escapes
never discovered like this
a gasp  the wry utterance of
indecipherably delicious