He breathes heavily
And she is breathless.
He is in his elements
And she is on fire.
Claws script memories on sweaty backs
Old sheets grow wrinkles.
With twists and turns and upheavals
The two pose inseparable…
Like two serpents in embrace.
Blinds drawn on a half-hearted night
And dying candle blows its fragrance.
Purple walls silhouette the terrains
As they consume each other.
Interludes of creaks and metals
Moans and mumbles in monosyllables
Yearning tickles down
The two meet over youth’s vigor
They lie in the midst of burning May
To wake up to a sober November