Volcanoes
Immediate as lava through stone,
Our eyes touch to mutually intoxicate,
Our eyes embrace to willing eradicate
All but our laughter as we throw back our heads
As our bodies shake like volcanoes.
Our faces blush,
With thoughts of the bed.
The blankets as disheveled as our hair
With clothes on the floor,
Sweat on the sheets,
Sweat in the air.
Our eyes caress the room, glance out the window.
Our eyes murmur of exhaustion.
The daylight whispers then sings as we let it in.
Immediate as lava through stone,
Our fingers join,
The spaces between our fingers join.
Our eyes touch our bodies
Like spots of light and spots of shadow,
Spots of light and spots of shadow.
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