Stone In Love

I removed her clothes with my eyes again she smiled then discretely leafed through my mind our warm heartbeats tolling in unison the sunset accents this moment sublime small talk became a petulant old bore wrong and right grew trite under evening shade suits of bone and flesh fresh from the tailor no muse of morrow or what they might say the footprints on the ceiling can’t be true this joyous toil leaves morality soiled a night to remember yet days to rue hinges, springs, and minds all in need of oil our passion travels at the speed of thought reveal secrets to a sole I think naught