Spaces

watching the rise and fall of your
chest in the early morning hour
the silence of my nakedness
my thoughts so eagerly devour

memories of your touch and kiss
wine and flashing bedroom eyes
eager tongue on my willing curves
oh how you love me with parted thighs

but here now in the aftermath of lust
once again we become parallel lines
your tea no longer clouds my water
the truth a new tapestry designs