A dim light bends shadows
There’s no reason to make noise
Which would be muffled anyway
Here, beneath the city
Understreeting to trystplace
Your footfalls sound tentative around the corner
But they continue
You appear out of the dark
We don’t speak
Just reach
Pull together clinching tight
Finding our way through what is suddenly excess clothing
Shedding cottons
Sliding silks slow southern descent
A first taste
Then a moment of restraint
Eyes locked into each other
Simple kisses dissolving wetly
Urgently we try to absorb each other’s skin
Finding cellular delight pressed tight
In the shadows that lie beneath
Under layers that hide your mystery
Funkymoist
Nothing locked behind us
A danger of discovery
Pleasure heightening apprehension adds to the rush
Bloodrushed heat becomes inferno bright
As you arch your back pressing up harder
Harder into softer
Urgent for that moment of completion
Exchange of self
Swallowing each other
Thirstily
While aboveground people walk from shop to shop
Sometimes stopping to take pictures of the view
A view that doesn’t scratch the surface
David Trudel © 2013
