The Retreat

Vibrations awaken the still night air, unsettling the sanded Footprints.. At our steps, one last clinging before I let go, of the skies That stretch, across our hidden place, Like ghosts of remnants We bathe, in phosphate covered sheets Bare.. Shivers escaping through cascades of hair, he strokes the frail of my skin like butter I twist, I'm impaled, so I inhale him.