Silky leather pants
between my hands

a moving thigh
touches my eye

breathe, love
breathe

Beneath the clouds
under the sun
we hit it
we come until the sweat runs through our clothes

After a while
we lie next to each other
on mother earth's grassy green

And hot steam rises
from my chest and his
and fists are opening

and closing now around my wrists.

On and on this goes
until the moon comes out
and kisses with its pale fire
our whitened skin

And we begin again.