exhausted rhythm

February 26, 2010

… … …

gently,
you lay me
on our bed.

kissing
my skin.
inviting
my sin.

your hands
tracing
my body.
you slip
into me.

pulse
increases.

the rhythm
of a thousand drums.
old souls
in love,
dance around
our bodies.

your eyes
staring deeply
into mine
…..
my soul
comes
out of me.

ascends
transcends

d
e
c
e
n
d
s

…exhausted.

my breath
escapes me.
my body,
numb.

sudden tremors
remind me
that i am
still here.

…and my exhausted rhythm
holds me
under you(r)
spell.

~Sarahi Yajaira, 2010 (c)