And I am undone...

In the moonlit expanse of a tiny space

that we make infinite by our need for intimacy

I feel the charge

the sting of it

as...

cold caresses become hot, bold ravishing

engulfing bodies in a flame long kindled.

And I am undone

long before the first kiss, 

long after the last caress

as sunlight touches us

and illuminates my favourite pillow

hard as sculpted marble

yet soft as down-stuffed velvet...

securely encased i lay

And...I...am...Undone