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.
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