Desire

Stuck in that loneliness,
Back flattened, sleepless,
I lie,
Half-distanced from darkening to dawn.

She stirs beside me, turning,
Present but absent.
I match her movement,
Dissolve into her warmth, as I slide.

Down the fragranced, tranquil path,
I fathomly, deeper glide,
To rest in deepening,
Whisp-echoed, sumptuous slumber.

But rest prompts new beginning.
Sleeping sinks, senses surface.
I now the turner, she the matcher,
Shared warmth transforming to fire.

Into the fragrant path now,
We fathomly, deep recklessly drive,
Whirls-wash, make torrented floods,
In sating delicious desire.

Later, melt-cooling, slip-sliding,
Souls, senses-mingling,
Sleep capturing passion,
States swap, and dawn opens new day’s eye.

© Sam McKeon 2015