i’m atop your lips
in dire twists
on beds of death
to feel like this
i speak spanish
in your ears
our touch takes two
we split in motions
to transcend in moments
is to feel like this
fingers on skin
poetry in the wind
the fire burns
it takes two to tango
an angel to make this
feel like what it is
you and i
together in sin
at night we feat
to defeat ourselves
the emotions we leave
at tables we’re turning
in emotions we’re burning
between sheets at night
next to a simmering candle light
i’m feeling in this