Friday, March 5, 2010

Forbidden Fruit

And laughter.
In a drunken slur
A fade out
A fade in.

Scrupulous blinking,
Heavy breathing
A brush or two.

Parted lips,
Him leading,
Just by a step;
The colored sky
A magical spell.

A yellow blur
They stepped into;
Their twisted smiles.

Coming together
The two bodies
Rhythm, divine.
Senseless and invisible
These happy lives.

Love, actually!