your hands dip low and steady
the sun washes the walls a warm red
my lips part and the breath that is released,
merely a soft whisper on your neck.
we expand and contract,
moving recklessly,
but with cause
your spine winks at me through your flesh
the very flesh I pierce with dull nails--
rake over shoulder blades,
hip bones,
down your shins.
air sucked through clenched teeth
"Love" you whisper huskily
and I answer, "is at it's end."
