February 2020

Blind
by A.J. Huffman

Folds of black
fabric erase the tangible, open
the possible.  Breathing
behind me, a ghost of the future,
you are hovering.  Pleasure
flushes my skin.
I am warm when fingers find me.
I collapse into anonymous
embrace.  Our bodies
recognize each other despite the darkness.
Your mouth hesitates too long.
My breast rises to meet it.
Tongues turn into stars.  Electricity
is a completed kiss.  Without lips
we tell each other a lifetime
of need and want.  We dance
the pathways of longing, a united flowing,
uphill.  We are smoke,
converging on flame.  Two sparks,

we burn desire till dawn.