a certain gift of sex

some kisses
are like diamonds.
they burn with fire.
some bodies
become trapped
in one another.
let's call this
an action
of desire.
some flesh
catches
the light in
just a certain
way.
it makes the
tiny hairs
stand on end
with the right
amount of play.
a heart can creep
its way up through
the chest
in infinite
jest
as far as it will
go
with the right
amount of breath.
the sex in the air
tonight is
just right.
the tension
too tight
to break this
fallen flight.
the slick of skin.
the pain of plight.
some love is an
extension of ourselves,
blending in our own
personal wells
somewhere deep
where light
does not dare.
let's call this
the extension
of a perfect pair.
and in this,
the blood is one,
burning diamonds
hotter than any sun.
in this hope,
let us not fade away.
and remember of this
for all our days.