after-math

the after-math

single strands of hair interlace fingers
  love in the full moon through the window lingers
breast rising, the body feels like clay
  gasping to regain breath, that was taken away
sprawled out and spent like a wrinkled bill
  after sexerciseing over skin-so-soft hills
thoughts are as void as the space between stars
  endorphins, like hackling playful dolphins
swim through mountainous veins like racing cars
joy and satisfaction are all that remains
  mushroom muscle relaxing, fully drained
slip into a dream that cannot compare
  to her, when shes frisky and absent of underwear
love is a bath, the wet spot, the after-math