heat curls around the window sill

drifting in on an unnoticed breeze

orange in the reflective glow of twilight

thick in the lungs of two who find themselves lost

things left unsaid

they spill from flames of breath

fanning from parted lips

the soft sliding of satin and flesh

luminescent in the day's waning

and her eyes, they fill with abandon

a deep impression on the silent night

the soft implosion of mingling cries

moonlight pushes for its place

tracing the curves of her trembling skin

thick in the hearts of two who find themselves

things left unspoken

said only in the quivering of parted lips

the salty taste of summer and lust

as the world around moves in rhythm

with their fluid flight towards heaven

and her eyes, they fill with love.