I look at you,
you look at me,
a gaze and charm
that holds the immense weight
of the suspense of the moment.
Your lips graze against mine,
your desire presses against mine,
your teeth sink into my shoulders,
I wince.
My tongue explores
the warmth of your mouth.
I reveal to you,
you reveal to me.
We strip the layers one by one:
our scars, our demons,
our impulses, our fears,
our blunders, our shame,
our ugliness–
all laid bare.
The evening sun
shines on random objects in the room,
a beige lampshade painted with sunflowers,
a strand of burgundy-dyed hair stuck in a pearl earring,
a crumpled tissue smudged with lipstick–
the same bloodred hue
as the bite on my shoulder–
a lone origami swan
perched on the bedside table,
beads of sweat twinkling on moving skin,
and the hushed silence
of stripped clothes on the floor.
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