For a Night

when i feel her breath

hot

down my neck

i look up
and i stretch
into the caress

of a mess

called hot

and called desperate

but even still,

 she does still

 sing to me

 sweetly

of all of the lovely things

that we both know

our tomorrow 

it will never bring

but for tonight,

we will listen

 to the feel of our breath

hot

 down our necks

 and we will feel

with our fingers

what we've wanted

with our minds

and we will sing 

 ever so sweetly

of all of the lovely things. . .

that tomorrow

it will not bring 

Author's Note

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Both hot and cold are evident in this sparely worded piece. There is definitely a physical arousal, but even though it is strong, the speaker knows at some point in consciousness this is not a long term thing. The general impression is that perhaps living for the moment is all right, but it would be dangerous to expect more. The heat is there, but the total chemistry is not.

[Davidgeo]

yeah, I don't like this one so much either.

[Davidgeo]

(that was kinda the point though)