Sitting in the sauna with my hair up, the ice cold water I just plunged into and out of with a moment's notice grows warm again beneath your touch, if only in my mind– soft kisses drip down on my neck like the moment your lips touched my back and I knew I'd not resist them. Catch upon my life as dew unto the blades of grass we spread as if a blanket meant to catch us for the summer sun– brush upon me brilliance found beneath your palms and I, in supplication, bend further to receive them. Run, again; hope you catch up to grasp me screaming in my laughter in the clear spot broke the wood to take me on my back against the ground that reeks of death and blackberry juice crushed fast between our fingers. I look at you as if a cloud passed fair above me and the sky fast full of fury; I expect the rush of waves that break upon the shore of our two moving bodies– but can I find within the peace of passions spent and secrets wept to the solace of your sweetness–? to begin again the hunt for my loose tongue against your shoulder. Find in me a cochlear shell; the spiralic growth of being– share with me the groove between what was and your becoming.