the night, cold
black silk woven.
on a blanket, blue
soft, handmade, sewn.
staring up at
a starless sky
wine, red,
nearly empty.
trembling lips, moist and ready
anticipation.
he eases in, warm bodies mesh
she moans, her back arched,
fingernails dig into sweat drenched spine;
the midnight dance of waves and fire.
time speeds, never long enough.
he releases, her toes clenched.
they lay, spent.
in love.
Originally published June, 2008