My unfurl in sun,  
Your stem, a jagged thick thorn.  
Rose red, open full.  

Is heat this way. Along,  
Incandescence’s path,  
Chasing my bare back, and,  
******* yourself as you,  
Walk down the hall, catching up to me.  
With your front to me.  
Walking straight,  
In the wall,  
Down the hall,  
With roses leading the way, and,  
You,  
Pressing me,  
Into the shadow’s umbra, outlined by,  
Where the sun hits last in the day.  
You cannot wait.  
So then I feel,    
You full in me.  
Chasing light, sliding,  
Down the wall with your arms wrapped,  
Your hands surrounding me.  
One clenching my thigh,  
One holding my face, all around,  
My throat.  
Before we,  
Hit the floor.  
And before we,  
Make our way,  
Towards the end of the hall.