Paradise

A thousand suns burn on your lips
Hotness around your mouth, down your neck, into
A tangle of hair,
Curled and smudged in the dark.
The dashboard gives off ghostly light
As we wrestle with time
Wrestle with motion
Wrestle with fast and slow and every speed in between
Sweetness like honey and whiskey burning my throat
Until I can
Barely
Speak
In throaty desperate tones
So I do not speak at all.
Why speak, when fingers and
Lips and
Divine breaths of air
Rushing endlessly past my prickling tingling skin
Speak volumes in only sensations
Words are meaningless
Compared to the senses
Your smudged hair like grey and black charcoal
Soft yet dramatic
Your eyes of distant flame
Dark and deeper than a philosopher's soul
Fingers and flesh and love
Running rivulets of lava down bare skin
Falling into eachother exhaustedly
Collapsing against sweat and cool breeze
Outlines against the backlight
Against the outside world looking in through the window
And whispering "hush, hush"

"Never disturb lovers at rest"