26 July 2025

Intimate Peace Out

You keep your eyes
Set on me, and you
Look deeply- teasing 
Me for still having my
Clothes on.

The curve of your 
Wicked smile,
Already has the spoils
Of my persona-
Like I'm ready for a
War.

Well, I am.

Our fingers entangle
Searching for the 
Warmth our tongues
Battle for. 

And the legs spread
Aligning and realigning 
Repeatedly-
To transcend the barrier 
Of our skins.

We hurl at each other 
Our evil intentions 
Like soldiers on
Opposing teams-

Only to be humbled by 
Our panting breaths.

And our rush ceases 
Into a realisation that
We're just two refugees,
Seeking home in 
Each other--

So we peace out 
Into a submission of 
Feeble touches and
Happily sleep.