Night Heat

The mist,

our hostess

for the evening,

sang out burning notes,

thirsty chords

stuck at the back of the throat,

were freed,

found wanting,

to pleasure roam the

highlands and hemispheres

of our staggering psyches,

unimpressed by belfry fears.

Temptress night,

I ache to be opened,

commune in voluptuous fire,

sink deep into sultry waters,

wrap the earth around my hips,

air becomes breath,

sucking it down,

between the cracks

in the ethers and

my shrieking skin.

We healed ourselves,

then raptured each other

up and out of this hell plane,

backwards space and sound,

forward in rhythm,

angels in awe of our

magical bodies,

grinding down the

writhing watchtowers,

crunching through

concrete chessboards,

drenching the beats with

sex and sweat,

ecstasy tears,

wailing sirens,

lifting heated heads

to the moon,

bringing in the dawn

with our howls.