Shaken not stirred

The fresh abandoned sheet, nothing colder

a kiss a slap a scream a sigh

The silence which follows a kiss an enticement or chasm

slippery like dropped punctuation

candlelight and the promise of torches

Chihuly glass perched on Jenga of moments

the back of her head, leaving or lust

the grasp of air or hair

taste of promise, sweetness of lie

our world a cheap waterbed on shaky foundation.