Our bodies entwined like a vine after wine. Something so fine... Something so right! Somewhere with just enough concealment  that we could entwine our sinful hearts and our beads of sweat on flushed skin  make our bodies slide as we entwine. 

It's the sad truth...Letting go of someone... something...sometimes... is a necessity.

Ageing body wrinkles hidden sweet meataching to be touched 

 Early spark & saunterthe morning stalksa warmed-up,chilled-outflowering,  first...this heat(more like a buzz)all through the night:a zephyr-frozenspear of lightspits the stoneon a space ofwavering daysstabbing westwardgrowls for hopethrough a howling gustwhere the darkness stretchesthought & prayersfor old friendsI should've had...