Passion Play

A sweat bid trickles down,
The scent rises.
I start to drown,
Numbing my senses ...

Where, we lay bare ,
The earth starts to tremor.
Bodies go taut
And slumps into a lot
of spent forces of vital energy.
Still physically joined in body ...

But minds drift afar
At the midnight hour
Gathering strength for
Another Tepid repetition