Yard Sale of Thoughts

Along the Rim

Force overcomes friction,
plates slip,
an earthquake under the duvet
every time we kiss.

Seismic waves of pleasure,
both frightening and immense,
the strike of mighty trident
displacing all we sense.

With energy intense,
our souls rupture
into a vortex of bliss.
We’re left trembling from the poison
splashed between our lips.

Like the thrashing of a mythical catfish,
we tumble between sandy sheets
swirl into a fire ring
and wait for the tsunami
formed from pounding hips.

Cover Art: In Bed The Kiss by Henri de Toulouse Lautrec