cliterature

asylum
as i loom
dots of light preen prismatically
through tempered translucent glass
panes
rivulets of rain
your body bends down
crouching
i brace myself, and watch your
slouching
slink into sensual slither
visible, the shadows play
on your decollete
thy beholden shoulders
shy shudders
brought on
by a dusk dry, brisk nimbus breeze
you stand erect
hands eject to grasp
gasping
my vision remains on your chest
stalled
at the feminine rise and fall
veering clear
marvelling at the untied, untidy
tufts and locks
draping on the right clavicle
i recall digging my lips
not so deftly
into your left one
entangled in early embrace
in a place
only we know
block pacing
our mouths never meet, never meant
no
but both bodies bound
the sound of longing
in a slow moan song
a soft smile
no goodbyes
a dog arf
a deep stare
and the memory of losing myself in
your lush, blindfold-scarf
hair.