Origami

Moments after intimacy

After the message is traced into your body
I clutch you like rope caught in the wind's  anger
Inserting the very passion 
That only the earth receives from the summer sun 
When the pinnacle of its heat plunges onto the earth 
And we fold into each other 
Contorting new shapes of ourselves 
Until we can fold no more
Then rest is as if the might of a storm's kiss
Never knew the lips of our bed