trail the path for tomorrow.

We'll have a secret rendez-vous,
in the valley of encounters;
where my shoulder meets my neck.

Where your fingers have trailed
up the map of libido.

Come meet me here where everything is new
where hightened senses tell stories
of past commences.

Thoughts reveal contusion
adagio breaths found missing.
Bewilderment and paradox
now all I see.