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Before I could contradict your touch

your mouth,

a flask of beauty,

filled me with Dionysian surrender,

and your deep breath

warmed the December room

that was my life.


Before you asked,

I answered “yes” with a hungry sigh,

and your hands heated the way

to my bed

as you laid me down

in the gentle welcome

of feathers and long, sweet kisses.


Before I could consider the origin of trembling

or the nocturnal weakness of our bodies,

we tore the hinges from the night

and Dawn peaked

through the window

with a blushing smile.



[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Jones.htm.]