naked flesh.

" We don't need the stars ", she said,
Pulling the dark sheet of night
Across their naked flesh,

It's here in the pitch of black
Our burning souls
Shall intermesh,

bringing daylights desires
Down Upon bending
knees to please,

No such fire ~ in the atmosphere
Nor star burning, for the likes
Of these,

In darkness they become one
Love their crippling disease,

So eagerly they lay dying

So eagerly they did please,

Bringing daylights desires
Down on bending knees.

Nardine Sanderson 26/09/2015