Behind Closed Doors

In the ferocious heat of that August night We lay exhausted, bare flesh cooling As the sweat dried on our pounding chests, Our industrial hearts beat again and again Like gunfire. Our clothes remained as ornaments; Un-qualifying origami In the aftermath, like fallen soldiers, slaughtered Lying sprawled, across the minefield of our floor. Submissive, un-taught, but you took me In your arms and lay me down, your lips; Those guided missiles on my cheek Sent waves cascading through my lungs, your hands The medics on the battlefield calmed them, lying on my stomach. Tonight I am myself; my smile is burning, you are inside me.