The Disruption We Long For

Discarded clothes and shoes strewn

About the bedroom landscape

barrettes and bracelets, souvenirs

From last night's escapade

An exquisite experience

Some sort of sex escape

I'm left sleeping among our

Sweet scent and sweat

The sheets a stew

Of our energy spent

The fact this bed acts

As an altar, no accident

Between saints and sinning

We serpentine

So far as spinning

However, no relenting

Without

An ounce

Of guilt

Nor repenting

Cracking cycles

And circles circumference

Satisfying senses

With consensual consumption

Co-Creating

The longed for disruption