To Covet

Desire renders one speechless. There is nothing that can be achieved except the prolonging of that deep, consuming ache of an already taut mind.

 It meanders slightly, allowing a glimpse of relief in the memory...

of a hand upon the small of the back, playing incidentally, until a shudder leaves these lips and the body lets it be known its wishes are unseemly.

A finger catches the loop of my jeans and pulls me further in, the heat that is us-my breath hitches-illuminates the hue of our skin as we remove each others clothing moving to the bed.

Skin moves over skin, hands reach out and tongues dance to the sounds of foreign beats. Pleasure and pain are blurred in the lines of our bodies and dominant eyes flash moments of tenderness, as a hand brushes lightly across my breast.

Lips tell a story while only whispering a breath, lingering upon an exposed neck and naked ear, exposing us to our weaknesses before throwing us both from a dizzying height into the writhing folds of each other's weeping flesh.

There is no longer any distinction between what's you and mine. The cacophony of our thoughts brought to life, discord creating some semblance of an honest form of art.

Desire renders one speechless. There is nothing that can be achieved except the prolonging of that deep, consuming ache of an already taut mind.

There is no face I see nor

voice I hear,

I hold on to the branch

that sways,

It carries me with it this

way and that,

I can not find my feet nor

feel my heart,

It has fallen out and lays damaged

on the sodden path,

Where the day before I walked

casually along.