The high noon plasma ball shines through a window somewhere and maybe warms some skin
Brown and smooth, wrapped upon a fertile figure, curved and shaped to infinity
Structural, skeletal movements, mechanically sensuous and alive turns to warm the other side
Breath upon the ear raises hair upon a fleshy landscape of fantasy and heartbreak
Pressed and bare upon the inner thighs now whisper love
Later the fear laden sweat beads off the ribs squeezed cold
All while a sleeping boy dreams of possibility

The wind blows dark and empty through a crack in the door somewhere and maybe lifts some spirit
High and invisible, unwrapped freedom of no form...infinity itself
Colorless and still, yet just alive as that being of warmth and movement
Breathless with no regrets
A dream which requires no sleep