With your hands
Held aloft
And passion blazing in your eyes,
Your voice resonates
In an empty room
For the audience
Strain to hear
The whispers from the shadows.
And the applause
Echoing in your ears
Is merely a work of fiction.
Those who shout loudest
Will be the first
To lose their voice.

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

Your hands pull me
Closer, and I know right then this is the moment
That we've been waiting for
I'll be your canvas
You express your feelings and you'll be the paint brush painting on me
Countless hours with nails inside my spine
With your imprint on me
Owning me
And for a second I am free
You just release me
Talking bodies
Wrapped up into the arms and legs
Touching me
I love you
I love this
While you are close to me
Talking bodies.

Leisure time
eight to nine
get up then
and after ten
have to do
work
an hour or two,
You
wait for me
half past three
for
tea, a kiss
I
would not miss
these beats in
time
our leisure time
eight to nine.