To hold your face

in freedoms sweet

between these

skeptic hands

and kiss those lips

of sunshine come

roped in

on twisted bands

of paled light

on panting breath

in tortured

pent up way

and slowly moving

fingertips

now filled

in lovers lay

at peak release

in forceful spill

‘neath moistened

pounding two

in pulsing time

lies now just one

in lovely

silent hue