Memento Mori

Collusion in the dark
of lips on cheek and neck --
the moist, enduring kiss,
your gently arching back,
the whisper of each button drawn
through each embroidered slit
the straps of your brassiere
sliding to your wrists;
the undertow of belly,
buttocks, thighs, and hips;
the moment fat with absent sound
as we returned to our kiss;
the hollow, clean concussion
as teeth on teeth we met --
that sound of bone on bone
recalled 
after fallen cloth and flesh.
  


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