a small hand holding a green stick reached inside the firering and stirred the gray embers  flushed a cautious yellow flame of sensationssinsations

                                 it gently laid dried moss kindling gently teepeed split white oak and like fresh bloodflow returning to a reattached limb  gray flesh turned pink  its cold radiated with warmth  a drumbeat again  heart pulsing

apricotcoloured fusion of the sun soon rising above the dark plumcoloured east hills  reddening to orange  then loosened  the spy  the first whitespike of sunlight

    sensations

sinsations

she makes me remember the bray of sex  rutting   wantonness

                                                                    the slapping  collision  merging   fleshforging  breathlessness  GASP

exhaustion defeating the body

                                 while the delirious brain ever desirous  ever a junkie  ever unsatisfied goads more  more   more

    their bodies fail it

their brains sullen

                   impatience

have to w a  i   t

    sensations

sinsations

             rejuvenating

their bodies sift together

gently they sleep  twitch

                         cling   pungent

the only way their sex could have been better

                                                  would have been if they were in love

trying for a baby

Wednesday inside Starbucks,  6  12. 06

1247,  2sday,  26  11. 24