Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Geraldine feels Holly’s head
Against her breast, the beating

Of her heart vibrates on her ribs,
And running a finger down her

Spine drinks in all the sensations
Like some warming wine. Holly’s

Fingers touch along her thigh,
Spider like moves towards the

Nest, where hesitantly it waits,
The tingling, the fiery touch, the

Warm gentle breath whispering,
Too much too much. But no,

Geraldine, allows the fingers to
Touch and feel and to make so

Real, the love, kisses, and holds
Which stirs the fires still. They

Lay side by side, each touching
Each, each touch touching to stir

The flames, the nightly loves, the
Sexual games. Beyond them out

Of sight, the moon moves on,
The stars are bright, the sounds

Of other’s lives or wars or deaths
Are but shadows or echoes that

Lie unheard, unfelt, nor hinder
Now their sex exploring breathes.