Making Love

A poem

A sketch by the Author

I could listen to us breathing

Slow and heavy…

I took off your shirt

And you followed…

Our bodies clung together

Like the north and the south pole…

“I wanted to give you all”

So I blew off all the candles

Felt high and vulnerable

My body was a blank page

Your tongue was a paintbrush

And you drowned my skin

In your transparent enamel…

My skin burned underneath

Every time I heard your whisper

My voice wasn’t mine anymore; it was our song…

My nails made red crescents on your fluffy sourdough

It was too good to be a dream…

Your back was the plateau

And I was the river

That flowed in between…