13/30

rush of cool
night air
harsh against the back of
my throat

brush of your
warm lips
igniting sparks deep in
my primal mind

sting of icy
snowflakes
churning around us in
December's darkness

Searching hands
curious with inexperience
seeking the heat
between our clumsy hearts

Knowing eyes follow
wounded and weak-kneed
we're tearing away from
shamed cravings

the folly of our innocence