Shadows sit

on the face of my cloth,

and I see the dark

silhouette of your head

 

moving closer to mine.

I tilt my head upward,

so they can meet.

Even covered in cloth

 

and partially blinded,

I still can find the small

indentations of your

puckered lips.

 

The cloth that covers

my head, dampens

as my tongue laps

and my lips fight

to intertwine with yours.

 

-after Rene Magritte