Sulphur Fire

I am lying on my bed, face down. My hair is spread like a reluctant net of coarse silk. The smell of a recent bath lingers everywhere. Like the essence of watery perfume. My legs are angled like an entwine in waiting. my body is in a crushing embrace with the mattress. It feel soft and abrasive. I feel a lazy longing in my body. A sinuous and dull pull of wicked threads. So gentle and persistent. I imagine your elusive body. With it's acetone essence. Fleeting like a faint trace of thought. A white shirt. With small buttons on them. Your eyes, shut with the serenity of sleep and some kaleidoscope dream. I slowly enter my hand through your shirt and place it over your warm, alive skin. Not yet subjected to notions of suicide or death. violent or otherwise. Your cynical heart, beating steady drum beats to an atavistic song. Biological. Philosophical. Existentialist. But, i don't care about any of those labels.All i feel is the puckering of your sleepy skin, it's terrain of life that is mapped by my fingers, moving in lazy circles. If someone could intrude on my imaginary silhouette,you would look so ordinary, lying like a mortal shape of everyday living on my bed. But those ephemeral eyes won't see the the luster of possession that you have been embalmed in. The sheen of living and metamorphosis that that has covered your paper of a skin with a few intricate stains of recorded history. I entwine one leg with yours. Binding the warmth between our bodies into a gesture of affection. I place two fingers on your mouth and etch their shape on my finger tips. Slowly, i move like a thieving sprite to suckle on you jaw, giving it slow, fiery licks.A monogamous trail of kisses follows the curves of your collar bone. I want to sigh in the hollows of your body and nestle with sleepy eyes between your neck.such comfort and fire.These coils of sulphur longing and balms of soothing breath. Such elemental gifts within two bodies. Such elemental curses.