corner tower

think of the morning
think of the night
ways to
mutual delight,
glass of wine
wood fire burning
globe we live on
slowly turning,
latitude – longitude
magnetic flux
evening dress
rented tux,
dance the night
halfway to dawn
King, Queen
knight, pawn,

somewhere past
the witching hour
up the stairs
corner tower,
kiss each other
on the mouth
North, East
West, South,
which direction
shall we turn
what lessons
will we learn,
slowly, slowly
clothing falls
feather bed
softly calls,
a fantasy, a dream
a vision
perfect late night
decision,
mixture of
wine and fun
setting stars
rising sun,

we hail the dawn
in long embrace
ecstasy
by the case,
sun bright
windows, open
just as we both
were hopin’,
ah, the twisted
finger, fate
and indeed
the sex was great …