morning

Morning and ice- breaths shiver
Marking the air with silver ululations
You approach me, daggers in your hand
Ready to strike as gently as a lamb

I feel your weight on my body
Softness gathers, folding on my lap
Quivering, slowly you begin to move,
And I am powerless to stop

Softly, slowly both of us will quiver
Restless even in our combination
Spinning slowly, rhythm in our breathing
We bask in thrills of electricity.

Tension binds like shackles on my wrist- bones
Soft mouths bend and ever turn away
Seeking soft and imminent reflection
Turn, and graze the surface of our passion

Forced gentleness throbs with depth and Need

Clumsy do the fingers make their journey
We are driven by a foolish need
You dive for my neck; teeth graze and I shiver
Closing eyes, I taste the salt of you

For a moment, we are the only relevant
Divinity is reached, one instant IS
Two sighs and the rhythm of our breathing
Slows and slackens inevitably.

My head rests gently on your breasts
Tongue slips softly in the crevice
Arms are twining, languid and unhurried
Bodies part, and softly slip away

Morning, and the gray sky titters
Ice calls out, and the world in answer shivers
Bells of ice, harmonious silence sever
We descend, and travel with the day.