Sex

 

Breathing…
there is a moment
minute second instant
now…when
this edge of feeling—a
slide of skin
across skin, across
memories—becomes 
the focus the apex the
glide path toward and
from
breathing…
a small area of
nerves, trembling
hesitant, close
to the surface…a
coincidental 
frequency shift
emotional sine waves
traveling
along synapses
making connections
directions toward
waiting
toward waiting
toward
waiting
the next
touch
the next
breath
breathing…she folds
herself toward me, around
me; a warm mist
an envelope, she
offers
what I desire most,
with an
inarticulate
heartbeat, ragged breath
breathing…
I retreat slightly…and
the wave
starts to rise
again, the path set
headed for
crescendo—it is
a dance, a
rhythm,
an ecstasy.

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