Intimacy

I miss the intimacy of

toes on instep, of

knee against hamstring.

loins and buttocks

stickily nestled, hands

tight clasped between

cooling breasts, mouth

buried in thick hair I could

happily drown in.

Dark Eyes

Even as they droop closed, your
dark eyes glint with a
last fire-lick of lust, your
desire merely
banked for the morning.