practicing cursive

to blankets
as confined
as you’d want to be
you’re free

head on a chest
just to hear blood resound
through a heart
now awake; more profound

bitten sleeve
her teeth
bit back to release
his wrist; exposed
his weakness

struck a pose
just to hold for until
car horns and cellphones
cut short
moments
like the light
on my wet street

asleep
a twitch
from stifling heat
he waits
for a smile
proceeded by a laugh
before his mouth
echoes hers

and her kiss
it echoes his.

*Nothing more than a doorway kiss. This poem is about kissing before a ride comes.

~ by Valentine Ink on June 19, 2008.