I Tasted

lips her neck

both, soft salty addicting

secrets. Dreams

drift against absent

light absorbed as if

by velvet’s dark sheen,

leaping brash like

an Elvis from its soft

black canvas. The same

black that threatens

to absorb the myriad

stars. As light dispels

dark and now dreams, neck

lips breast retreat and too

the gaze of her eyes raised

with willing surrender.

We are bound.

Bound soul to soul