We started where most lovers do —
that starry-eyed place lit by candles.
Our tongues mapped each other’s bodies.
his teeth stenciled a crescent moon.
Color rose, red to violet.
the marks were stripes
light and dark, side by side, a repeating pattern,
Dark giving birth to light.
This is my contribution to the Friday 55 at G-man’s blog. He has a great “Flash” this week. See what he and the other Friday 55 Flashers have done here.