heart how it warms
pulse beat in the midst
turns a  red
a cheek since
her dimples glowed,
a bed sheet rumpled
a cigarette glow in the candlelight
two souls needy
dressing in the morning
sipping that last drop of champagne,
everyman woman that the last one living when
we all become chipsets in some race to smaller faster
silicone drags lips tense
drawing up ******* pants trying to savor,
longing last look at the flesh
the blood tense
a small silent caveat
lonely endeavor
an entreaty to those who smile already
like doves in
the coven.
once we were.
there here
when...