Trails Of Smoke Snake Through The Dawn Sun

I clench the vision of horizons between pale knuckles
clasped to your surrender
to the snapping point of abandoned fear
of your most vulnerable
of my most vulnerable
beyond rejection and awkward phrases

savage intentions
howling at the sky
past vistas of stargazing and flowery speech
we are the flaming sins of mankind

muddy, slick and sluiced
in feral fervour of red
lipsticked-seduction
where heat licks the fire of your skin
inflaming us
until we are a bon-fire
raging through the night
sweet fucking flames

morning breaks
smoke drifts lazy
as the sun rises delicate and
colour-hazed

here on the balcony
land and sky meet
the morning star shines its last vestiges of night
I stare into your eyes
witness the smudges of charcoaled fingers
and singed hair

I close my eyes to the cosmos
listen to the feel of your lips
on mine
the trail of your hand over my heartbeat

to draw this moment
as real as touch
raw as ragged breath
hot and wet as life