the city skyline rested above the horizon of our mattress

we fondled under the illumination as it

caressed our cheeks,

spines,

and every arch

making us consume the presence of light

swallowing one another

to a beautiful destruction

and resurrecting in sound

our deja vu's were

displayed on the screens of our pupils,

silent erotic films continuing in an uproar

under our belts.

a sweet physical poetry ensued

as tongues were placed gently along curves

and crevices

and collar bones-

a figurative language we both knew and understood,

grazed under

incense smoke

and vapors

and warmth

eradicating the need to speak.

she began to undress-

her movements reincarnated the exotic of her ancestors;

past queens raging passionately

vicariously through her sway,

her hips translating every unknown language to me

articulating the seduction of time

and i,

i accumulated each atom of this enigmatic lust

and embraced it with each fingertip.

stardust on her lips

her cosmos permeated my satin sheets, and with the night,

we transcended past physical boundaries.

our two souls crashed and melted and collided

and earth! was created:

eons to eons to eons.

silence exists

between the shadows

of your voice.

love from wounds-

we made home inside vulnerability.

i'm still here, bleeding