Naked footsteps weaving through the room
Echoing desire, a purple halo on the rug, in three;
Touch,
A beautiful touch
Drawn by a weightless angelic blue— cherubic,
Dizzying to our music;
Songs are whispers, forgotten
A chord, melodic and striking
A laugh, enchanting;
It flows through guilty waves of our lust-ridden hair,
Each strand reduced to a corridor for our sweat to travel
Tangle,
Mingle,
Intertwine— down my face, you decide I’m beautiful;
So careless in being careful
Carefree, my caregiver and me
Our velveteen nighttime, cascaded by saturated promises
Air, seeping with the scent of turquoise shampoo bottles,
Of bitter smoke;
The feel of moonlit freedom in my clenched fists,
A beat as consistent as the constellations
More loyal than a living conscious dares,
And I trace the footsteps.