To Sleep
Entwinements of sweat
fill this floatation tank –
flooded by drips off sex
as we lap at salt and skin
with gluttonous tongues
in our unbashful fucking
All we see is unseen
fingering and penetration
in our deep-diving minds
as we couple-up into eases
of our ache-numb limbs –
softening in worn lips
We fall into that sudden sleep
of found love’s discomforts –
Never wake from such reverie