When The Lights Go Out

when the lights go out

I am all warm palm

and tongue

on your brunette hair

boasts the cutest

of barrettes

with dainty flowers

of

pretty

pale

pink

with our legs

smooth

sliding up and down

under the comfort of

expensive bedding

we smile under

the cover of darkness

I can hear your

lips

curl up

and not even

music can

perfect this moment

  this wonderful January evening

with the air outside

still and cold

blood boiled

with rose wine

and strawberry slices

as you whisper my

name

with a temptress tongue

and I respond

I respond

coming on

as the minutes

flow into each other

and children sleep away

in beds built for one

under pooh-bear

light

   the faintest of glimmers

but I have you now

and it is where you want

to be

with midnight

ringing from the

grandfather chime

which we choose

to ignore

and it would be

easy to say

I love you

but

sometimes the words

just fit

so

I

produce those words

from a fiery mouth

that can be so cool

upon your

lovers flesh

and within your

precious head

it bounces around

and soon finds its home

directly

behind your shining eyes

and there it will echo

for as long

as all things

can last

when the lights go out

we are a

warm palm

together

with no need

to count down

any minutes

or

seconds

  simply

laying in the

perfect time

that we have

together now