Red Sheets

On the road to Neptune,
Angels have led me
within myself to you.

We danced all night.
Marley was there
Reggae jump the hip
hump as your legs
crossed my fingers
and vulva my eyes.

We ride swart horses
and you my sweet slut,
my harlequin mate race
time in the relative space
of when our swoon drips
down my thumb to yours.

Tonight, in the garden
we plant new orchids,
our ragged face drugged
to the edge of red silk
screams. We come
our bodies fall until
we are still. No voice
reaches where the dance
began in sweat of the opera
I heard waves in the overture
bang silence as you lift veils.

I woke with my fingers
in your mouth. Red Sheets
disheveled, -- your breasts warm.

Angels have led me
within myself to you
where we twitter
red birds -- lovers in
an improvised dance.