on [repeat] in a reflection

this night
this warmth
it pulls me in and holds me
taking form in the way
my fingertips
memorized your skin

and the way you would
sound when releasing
that guttural howl

you laughed when i said
i would feel you breathe
in different places
but i caught
the way you
moved
and those words
off the tip of your
lips

its in a warm
summer sway
and we just may
catch our breath
in between this
hotstickysweet

but we found our way thru
the cold
and we fumbled hand to
foot in our blindness
thrusting into
this darkness

on repeat