Bestir of silent emotions speak
of humble morning birds of beak
stirring heart roaming thoughts
who have not.
Blended echoes of love’s sweet sighs
breathed into nostrils of you and I
writhing in pools of love’s sweat
spent on tender sensations.
naked to the
very feelings of ourselves,
or meant to always rupture each other,
never meaning to…
be untouched again…