Boxes

by bluepervina - © 2006

Cardboard boxes at noontime,
stacked, flat, filthy, all around;
snug enough for our tumbling
was that scratchy paper down.

Bedding fit for our finish
at the summer's soldered end;
chance sparked, caught fast, and we knew it;
set ablaze was our daring to blend.

Daytime date to the movie forgotten,
our shadows quick-sneaking away;
light for hiding was painful but perfect
that dark and blinding day.

Stacked milk crates, busted dumpsters
staggered 'round our broke-down nest,
as shorts damply twisted at ankles,
my mouth at your heat-sweetened breast.

Fiery, magical, hazy air held us,
beast born of black asphalt tinder;
no shade in sight to cool or threaten
our final, fierce surrender.

Your slick skin wetly folded,
soft hair sticking, damp from sweat;
thrusting, sightless, into you I melted,
cock and kid, nascent threat.

We made the best of it, barely knowing it,
that refining flood filling your hole;
oh! time-bending trinity, what I cannot forget!
when our seared skin created one soul.

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