Crystalline Poem by Kay SevignyPfeiff

No words
one bed
two souls
and an understanding
that all there is
is now,
a perfect, crystalline cocoon
where time eddies amidst the sirens
A mid-city womb.
Where heady gazes heavy linger,
laden with unspoken fruit,
and breath slips over parted lips in suit.

A crescendo of tidal energies, intertwined,
bitten,
strained
setting flight to lands unnamed


Fingertips on fingertips
a languid, lazy leg,
draped gently over over supine form
no words
two souls
one bed