You and I
liquid in the moonlight,
taking each other’s warmth;
pleasuring each other.
A million secret senses charged–
two fireflies glowing in the dark.
In bed
limbs entwined,
yielding where I’m not;
pliant where you’re tough.
Two silken threads caught in each other—
a macrame of desire.
Indescribable–
the way you make me feel.
There is no name for it
in my dictionary of emotions.
When we fit like this together
time could float away
and yet, we could smell autumn
in each other’s breath;
we could turn our backs on tomorrow
and still see light through eyes half-closed;
we could lay supine in bed
and still soar into the night.
Forever we are one–
me and you,
my mosquitero.
