Silhouettes stage a mating dance splayed across wall.
The locked door remains a saint, a guard
for the blushes that paint their naked skin pink
while the shadows above smile down.
Kisses kill stillness, the shyness, the silence.
Fulfillment is near. Shadows pretzel-locked
tightly wound limbs on skin
on liquid electric virility.
Wall people collide.
Form swallows form to dissolve unresolved,
to ignite finally the light in the wall.
Underneath blood their bones aching
to stay, to live in the warmth that it gives.
Embers burning, churn the machinery,
Keep the intensity going, glowing
shapes on the wall fall away
to race, to breathe, to heat, to seize
and flush away shape and shadow dance,
to slide away, sashay into space.