The Known Lays Down With the Known
Erotic prayers are tattooed
onto virtual skin.
She clutches at this man;
prints his likeness over her tongue.
His words
are bedtime stories for the flesh.
An ethereal fruit grows ripe,
hangs from dendrites of desire.
They meet at the verge of vision,
upon distant screens - images melt.
Then they come together.
Passions nail cyber secrets into reality.
Hotel doors slam. Daylight bustles
through echoing corridors.
From each side of twin lamps,
they lay tongue-tied.
Tangled sheets the only eloquence.
The known has laid with the unknown.
Later, they crash apart, as bats will
caught in a glaring sun.
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