A Night in Mixed Covers

.Lying beside Aiks                                        
awake or dreaming
thinking
of a body’s need
of skin
          of muscle

His want
                         is larger than usual
and he brings it
over
to show her

Twisting about her
like ropes of damp clay       hilly
an active landscape
inverted
and coming   apart
at   the   joints

He retracts                      
to find
her inner skin
on him
like a condom

Grasping
at her separated
                                       arms
thighs                    
and belly
 
                                       throwing
his own parts
                               into her
they tangle
                 into a melange

of wishes

             and limbs

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