Tuesday, May 1, 2012


the draw of night lures him away
seeping between the cracks of sleep
his eyes driving into the deep
she beckons him anyway to stay

alone, her depth, her body sways
a lonely heart desperate, leaps
thumping hard on supple heaps
ancient inhibitions fray

she finds his eyes, unties his gaze
fingers swelling through his maze
a tingle, a tangled heightened haze
brushing skin and fabric waves

touch enfolds, unlocking ways
to treasured trinkets in the keep
turned and twisted, pressured peep
a groan, a sigh, unconscious phrase

uncaged, inevitably life plays
with passions of who comes and stays

– Jason Kichline

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