I lay awake in his arms,
naked under the threads of the night,
scribbling a future with my one winged imagination.
I stared lovingly at his shut eyes.
Studied the corners of his lips; the crack of their skin.
The smell of life in his breath.
The distant flickering light of love he kept from everyone else.
The devil who kissed me with his eyes wide open;
A glare so sinister
as our tongues wrestled exploring the treasure in each other's mouths,
joining our breaths together-our deepest secrets and shames.
A computer screen lit and reflected silhouettes that made love on the walls.
The fire-filled palms that bathed my whole body inside a forbidden joy
and soothed it with the nectar that oozed from the tip of his tongue,
i danced, spluttering and splattering until I stood clean as sin.
Within those hours the dry grounds of my heart cracked
and gave way to a pink rose that grew
each time he squeezed my hand or pressed his chest with mine.
This new and strange love collided with his unintended cool; i was just one of his lot.
