deep night

by Keiko Shibata

deep night

a candle flickers

the ceiling fan whirls

waves of impassioned air

sliding garden door open

single bird chirping

her skin brushes mine

wanting and desirous

licentious tongue lingers

between the fertile mound

soft pressed against soft

the hour is clockless

sound is muffled

pillows cover secret

lips meet knowing

fervid wet taste of joy

a memory tomorrow.