Kinetic lightning strikes

the couch,

                       rug,

         second floor

                             landing!

Flash fires smolder in our wake,

tracking

     each flesh fused arabesque,

melding

     two into one.

Atonal duet scats harmonic,

hands harlequin flutter pizzicato rhythms,

nails, pluc leasure/pain,

legs lock en pas de deux,

Pyrodance throbs.

Slake primal thirst at

sweats sweet baptismal font,

the last blast

     ALLEGRO

               CON

               BRIO!

comes,

               CRESCENDO!

total immersion.

We puddle

then huddle,

               a mad dog

               in from the rain,

               and you,

               my

               Eleanor of Aquitaine.