together on the bed

trying to catch my breath
running in straight lines
over hills and under mattresses
looking for signs
which may mean a thing or two
containing significances or only a few
fleeting glimpses of solid ground
but when everything is quiet i can feel you around
growing in intensity
like a Spring Beauty on the south facing hill,
i can't get enough until i get my fill:
there's no hard rain striking my face
no sun too hot or bright to sour my taste
for your deep mouth
baby, there's no such thing as a dead rock
or a heart with an unbreakable lock:
you catch my eye with your exhale
and inhale
like a prisoner i'm in your cell
enslave me and i'll never tell
what happened when we fell
together on the bed
while looking over my shoulder.