Roots

Delight,
she takes her wishes to
new heights
hands tangling in each other's hair
as she pushes him against a wave
of attraction
the now broken barriers of existence
the binding of two to one.

Rabid hands implore the shedding of one's clothes
as the smell of bleach slinks through the air
and the taste of summer
sweat and salt
she harvests with her lips
from his skin.

His touch is the voice of a
blues singer
as he burrows in all her curves
and cliffs
Her head is rock as it settles
in the cave of his neck and
shoulder
and his hands at battle
with her bra
maiming and bloodying but
it only fuels their frenzy.

She is a brazen bull
he is her victim.

And as their bodies clatter
against the hardwood floor
a door creaks open
the call of a mother come home
and the lovers de-magnetize
collecting their lust and
hiding it safe
in a locked box
for a later time

when they are finally naked

within the walls of Paradise.