soft skin, the touch of your lips on mine
and the sound of a lover’s cry. In the darkness
something was born, in the silence a tremor pierced
the veins. My heart oozed a shimmering, 
bright-red, burgeoning desire, that spread like 
a wildfire in the depths of my being.
Tongues interlocked, skin to skin, 
vibrations of our pulse in close proximity-
Your heart was pumping to the beat of my inhalations,
my breaths commanding your existence. Don’t let go – 
the smell of sea-salt freshness and exuberance I thirst.

in this wandering through the canvas so familiar to me,
and you, sensations exploding in unending lust.

Then,
A jolt to my mind,
eyes snapped open in the blinding light.
it ruptured the precious paintings, tore through 
the canvas that is your body.

In the midnight hour,
you come out again.
In the full moon’s wake,
we exist again.