Our bodies as frantic as the traffic below,
we stumble over our feet into bed

Our sexual evolution, 
I once teasingly called it.

Snakes, insatiable,
we glide, intertwine,
slide into dark spaces,.
blinded by lust,
no words of love spoken

Sated, yet needing,
I want more

You pout, I explain
You shout, I complain

Scales fall
Vision returns
We finally see the other
and, from this seeing, are set free.


Pris Campbell
(c)2002

Artwork: Female Drawing in Pastel and Crayon by Craig Robertson

Music: Love You

Craig Robertson is a gifted artist who can be seen elsewhere on my pages. See his website for more of his wonderful artwork.

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