Lovers on the Outside of Cool Sexuality

I ask you to smile
But not to much
We operate on the perimeter
Somewhere between illegal and sublime
Standing on the cold banks
Of a river with no name
Pressed into me, your hands in my pocket
Your heart beat apparent against
The weight of your breasts
We shape the moments
Knowing they are brief
Lovers on the outside of cool sexuality
A duality of common cause and desire
Reckless, sometimes dangerous
A calling, an addiction, a love
With no home ...