our blindness
came out of the swoon

we were doomed
and not betrothed

both
we
and sherry
shared
the taste of
being lost

we were lovers

o’er
the moon

all o’er
each other

puzzled

stemming
our short breath tides
we weren’t diamonds
but pure dynamites

shamelessly aiming
our desires
at the forbidden fruit
of curiosity on fire
we kept the words
like a piñata loot

and aired them
in syncopic waves
and dared then
to have a say

our foreplay

wolfed down
the dances
of feathered time
upon return
out of the blindness
dreamed caught
in senses
finally sublimed

14 February, 2012