For all our words

We say nothing

In the blue of dusk

My hair catching light

In combed moments

A rise and fall

The thimble of surround heartbeat

Toes pointing

Dancing in stillness

Somewhere there is music

Like cream

Slowly spreading

On cold tile

While those of the house

Lift their skirts

Climb on mattresses
Held aloft

Sinking into softness

Arms over arms

Swaying

Closed eyes

Brief dizziness

The nip of proximity

Your mouth on mine

Furthering

No words

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