primordial night

under chilled covers.

the open window lets in a nipping breeze.

candle glow outlines the edges

of both profiles.

a hand brushes a shoulder.

another traces a hip.

puckered lips form to those of the other.

fully flowing and free to explore,

there is nothing untouchable.

(2022)

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