Bodies tangled at angles in sheets

Hair disarrayed styled by sleep

Morning hunger mounts scaled in inches

All in a dark box

Lightless list-less satin gathering

I reach out for more of you

Finding at arms throw away

Welcome wanton invitations

Disrobed and disregarding prim of proper

Just words lost to single desire

Recanting all earlier words of hurt for

Pain of a cleaner purity

Washed in wedded rites yet'¦

Here and now we are

We and our touches

Singing nervous tremulous turgid

Wantful itches to be scratched

Racked with inquisitorial machinations

Seeking confessions told by bodies

Outside the lies of language

The first the last miracle is

We are still in this and

At these games of delight

Whoa!! Wow!!

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