the air is silent tonight

her revolving thighs, pressed. i

sprial like a catnap

between the orange and

blue glow of fire light.

here, undressed,

amber inside

wild without regrets.

a twinkling.

as i breathe in the moist tendrils

softly on my lips

does this flavor of tragedy

bleed from my womb onto thin

carpet

(s)pit

...and the yellow skies 
behind her gradient eyes
send me sailing 
where gravity's defied
in an upwards sprial
of homelust...

...and Kansas never seemed so beautiful...