Serendipity
We met deep in silence
No sweet-speak required
'Neath a mist-mottled moon
And the mood it inspired ...
So drawn to each other
Like magnets to ore
A nuked conflagration
Fast-melting our core ...
Delved each other's eyes
And warm flesh, in turn
Through a visceral shiver
Too cold not to burn ...
Mixed feverish touches
And mouths tangy-hot
Desires swirled deeper
Our limbs in a knot ...
Such a scorching inferno
Such fierce, torrid flame
Such an odd thing that you ...
Never asked for ... my name.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "I'll Never Forget What's His/Her Name" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
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