When The Power Cut, The Electric Started.

 
 
 
 
 
as the moon lit  
the room  
in shades of  
white  
orange  
and blue  
through the large pane window  
we sat and stared  
at each other  
like  
this  
moment  
would last forever  
 
I saw her eyes  
stripping my shirt  
her mind's hands firmly  
on my chest  
 
and I knew that she  
 
had watched my eyes  
lift her skirt  
peel her tango  
down her legs  
to the floor  
 
she sipped on the large  
red wine glass  
those full  
luscious lips  
begging to be  
 
kissed  
 
I stood up  
could feel the glare  
on the back of  
my legs and the  
tattoo on my calf  
nearly peeled off  
the skin that  
it owned  
 
so we entwined ourselves  
in her hair  
faces stuck  
hands ripping  
cotton  
and wool  
 
when we awoke  
she breathlessly  
called me  
 
"a rigger in the night"  
 
-x-  
 
 
This piece was written solely for the purpose of a competition.