200.

Caressing the plains
of fractured screams release, as
you eat my soul in

every desperate
cry, passed between the fragile
meeting of our mouths.

199.

Heat's trembling motion
convulses the air in sharp
gasp's thrusting spasms.

198.

Here, our bodies curved
into the hollows of each
other, is soft love.

197.

You confound me in
soft whispers that braille tender
nuances in hushed

tones which mark, ever
so indelibly with the
weight of your body.

196.

Trying to find new
chambers to carve into the
fired synapses

of this idea's soft
memory on the canvas
of our heart's contours.

195.

On the cycle of
passion repeats, in this slow
motion dance of limb's

synchronicity
across the divide of our
spent capillaries.

194.

As upwards, piece-by-
piece, we move together and
through one another.