My body pushed you down
as our weight carried
by gravity like a leaf
falling and swinging,
gentle, slowly, we dance
with my existence all over
you like a balloon filled
with air, and you pulled me,
into you, down your throat,
until little doubts, our escape,
choked you, as you removed
the sheets of innocence
around your lace, from your arms,
down to your pants
opened the zipper, you’ve let me
in, into you, deeper, then out,
same pattern, same routine,
growing music, little moans
like birds humming at night
with coldness covering warmth,
bodies burning, igniting time,
we held hands, jerking, jumbling,
our fingers played, lips stir,
no more butterflies in stomach,
but stones swallowed settling,
and there was you, and I,
dreams we have created,
evaporating with sweat,
oozing with fluids, swelling,
spilling all over the bed
like tiny dews from cold glasses,
we were both cold, like ice,
but we melt, touch by touch,
over and over again.