Where the wall Meets the floor There is a crack Through which I slip away. Motionless I fall On a heap of straw In a hot afternoon Dusky daze Future Past Now My hands Your hands Searching... Following the dotted line Where two shapes Connect In one plane Your angles Against My curves Geometry.
Deal Let There Be nothing Standing Between Us: Clothes Concealed emotions Or anything else. And if There is Let's Toss it Talk it over Or Take it off. Skin to skin Into me You Be.