A Floor Not Walked.

Groaning walls

[protect]

whispered secrets

shared in eager caresses

about nothing

and

everything.

Dusty shelves

[collect]

well manicured fingerprints

as she leaves t r a i l s

of trembling excitement

along my body

and

mind.

Tranquil decorations

[witness]

the hushed justifications

of passion

pouring profusely

from well meant uttering

and

choked yearning.

Burning single pages

from a story

not yet told

and

destroying evidence

of a silent

aphrodisiac

reflecting a fluent

perfection

that can only be believed

when f l o w i n g

from

supple lips

and

techniqued tongues.

Glowing lights

[neglect]

a concealed darkness

that crawls beneath the sheets,

along her skin

while trying to become

her distraction

and

her everything.