Hushed as lust on locked bodies
Heaven sent

From your lips parted
Your breath sent
To my clasping breath
And the crawl of our skin
That is made of dust
Would be swept aside

As lust, my love. Hushed
In a heartbeat, between systole
And diastole

I wish to love

Soul to soul
Without the mess of bodies
Or the silent fiction
Of a tongue filmed in stasis

I cannot ‘act’, but drowse
In both its forms

So I’ll dream

Between seven measured shifts in time
Snooze on snooze
Heavy lidded lush

Like an actress

Will you catch me singing on a star-springing spa

From the mind of a mouse
Rankled, a louse like inaction.

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