Morning

"I can see again".
Her breath was now revived
from a night of panting spasms,
multiple orgasms.
Softness lay beside her.
She was aglow quite equally.
"Do you have a bed somewhere?",
she had whispered to her, softly.
She had smiled.
She smiled again.
A brand new day
can now begin.


Inspired by a scene from Bound

A score of days
And scarce a word.
No quiet voice
Of muses heard.

This time's of thought,
To introspect,
To find the self.
That self, dissect.

I ain't done yet, hon!