Bestir of silent emotions speak

of humble morning birds of beak

stirring heart roaming thoughts

exhausted desires

who have not.

Blended echoes of love’s sweet sighs

breathed into nostrils of you and I

now lying

writhing in pools of love’s sweat

spent on tender sensations.

Are we

naked to the

very feelings of ourselves,

or meant to always rupture each other,

never meaning to…

be untouched again…