Bodies entwined
for the two minutes it takes
to release
Pressurized tension
spurts forth
meaningless liaisons.
Eyes droop
sleep engulfs
turned over,
fetal position
craving overwhelms
The tears of a baby
spill down
the naked body
as it drowns in the desire
of chi needs.
he baby's mouth
shapes into the numeric version
of emptiness.
Quivering,
the lips make no sound.
Liquid drains
from the black hole
of its soul
and forms a puddle
around its consciousness.
The eyes of the world
cloud the retinas
of the infant pride
and the lies begin running
through the space
of the directionless mind.
Where does one go from here...
The light no longer
dancing in the sky
stumbling in the darkness
the hand reaches out
and grabs hold
to the only thing
it can find.
No thought is there
as bodies entwine.