at night with her skin
he starts drawing his demons
one limb at a time

at night with her skin
he grows wild in her
as she lets the folds of her
open to him
stains his lips with her
aching romance

at night with her skin
he asks her quietly
to tell him of poems
small poems of heat
that he can place
in a curve under her breasts

at night with her skin, he feels
the ripping of flesh onto her
/soft and magnificent/