The snow falls after
the leaves do the same.
I get lost in the blizzards and
freeze then sweat the pic game.
I'm back and ya know my stalls
craft a lizard's leap ta
beat the sneeze bet.
I crave ta remain in ma cave
and let the sun set.
"X sensual X"
In bed we talk to tickle and walk
our fingertips in darkness brightly fed.
We gawk, fickle sought,
to linger on our hips.
Dispersed tingles reverse singles, doubles
then trickles come when nipples couple numb.
Periodical somber ruptures
members of senescent sensors.
What kindles our dwindling effluence spent?