Gripping gently against the fabric of you,
I exhale the oxygen my lungs have kept in
the atoms of it fanning all over your presence
and I see the thrill, the ecstasy it brings you,
through the mirror of your clouded opal ocean
The earthquake of your lips dives into my mind
fog slipping into the white ivory inside of me
dancing with our fingertips against each other
I can feel it, the electricity of thunder, Illuminating
the power of Aphrodite, bowing down upon us
