Sex is blasphemy, with the whisper of a hymn.
Strawberry blonde pixie cut. Too white street lamp making it ghostly.
Tenderness has no place in hunger. We try to swallow each other through our skins.
Cuddle and shiver. Thin and mussed sheets the sails against starry night.
This desperation brings all innocence down from the stars, just to be made unclean.
She kisses the hollow of my throat. Consecration of sorrows.
Make love again, trying to touch holiness in the depths of falleness.
Strawberry blonde pixie cut, ghostly, now honeyed in the rising sun.
Cuddle and shiver. Fall asleep embracing.
Dreams take us to that limitless world, though we can never share our visions of it.