Eros

Where shaven and wet

a sun beam lingers

a square through

the glass on your tanned skin

Raving and sweaty your voice cries out

a restless tone

aking in your chords

dancing in tenderness

Obeying the whisper

the voiceless shout

A breathless wind caresses

your chest

as your

pulse

heaves it.

The sheets and pillows in unmatched

struggle against

the soft skin

This is the time

to begin