Naked Dancing

Naked Dancing by Eric Ashford

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Naked Dancing

We crash through the night
while a needle sharp music
un-stitches the flesh of two.
Nothing survives but our hands
which fly together
falling upwards
like the rain and the sky.

I find you
in the grasping.
My hand enclosing Your desire
as if it were a flower:
A sky orchid
wet with the lustre
of our sexuality.

Fingers grow minds.
Little universes of light
that You suck into a succulence
of cream and ruby lips.
Petals that are openings
that bloom
out of Your orchid vision.

A vision You give my hands
as they plunder their own sensations
feeling You
dancing naked there.