can i sit, with hips aligned,
parallel and shifted
towards you.
moments of moderate
reach to rectify
shadowed silence
that stands so still.
can i trace, with fingertips,
outlining parts,
of shapes, of you.
whispers of waiting
collide with chemicals,
continually changing
on cue.
can i give, with hips rearranged,
dancing closer
to be,
intertwined.
the take of tonight,
of twisted tongues,
of waists and thighs.
images illuminated,
by silhouettes of sky.
can i breathe, with lungs of sigh.
you between me,
with feverish feelings
of sheets, of skin.