Hubris

she cloaks her womanhood
in his scent
bathed by his kisses
the sun gets jealous
stolen moments @ 2am
lead to smiles
just after daybreak
and memories of him
become morning dew
between her thighs

and as she rise...

she can still feel the stroke
of finger tips brushing
across her canvas
he paints such beautiful pictures

she be his masterpiece
he be her muse

and just as words be
the possibility of language
he be the possibility
of endless possibilities
and is it possible this
can only exitst in the complicated

copulated blackness
beats breaking in
rhythms and tones
low moans and falsetto
rum on his breath
her honey on his tounge

he mends her insecurities
with warm kisses
challenges her intellect
with conversation
in return
she buries his desires
in her belly
gives birth to his dreams
sings him soft lullaby
watches him sleep
spirit breaks free

pyromaniac tendencies
cause flames to flicker...
this be
hubris