Yes, my eyes lit up, coal bright
like an enigma about to disclose it’s riddle.
And my imminent silhouette
spread like an orange-red wraith
under a wisp of sun,
turning solid in your embrace.
I like the way you became familiar with my skin,
found the faint scent of perspiration
to which you returned again and again,
and the way you traced the rise
up the back of my thigh, cupped my bottom
on the way, continued your voyage
along my spine. We both watched the exploration
in the mirror, spectators of our own recital.
Leisurely, the evening wrote itself
in lines of verse made of sighs
and irrational sounds. Before sleep
gathered her kin, three soft words
and a final kiss gently tucked us in.
end/Michael
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