by Tom Goss
Sweat, like rain tumbles past your naked skin
into the neglected edge of my vision.
Through eyes like these,
from this testosterone-driven creature,
you are at once centered upon
and lustfully digested.
In the mirror, this rising/falling sex
reflects as nothing more than rising/falling sex.
Yet it is twice delicious to have you here,
naked skin, covered by a roof, a ceiling,
and racing molecules of your hot breath.
For moments inside of moments
we smear each other with the soft
and transparent oils of our skin,
until beginnings and endings come together.
In the blurry serenity of our post-coital joy
we find ourselves in the stormy complacence
of a waterfall:
at once experiencing all stages of descent.
In being finished our bodies know
there is nothing worth knowing
that isn't played out endlessly,
body against body,
heart against heart.
Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>
Posted on 06/18/2010
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