Together We Are
Huddled in the clutch of love so long our bones stand out bare, uncovered by the soft sweet flesh that was ignited in the furnace of our consummation. Like paper in fire we flare up we curl into each other locked in intimate exclusion of anyone beyond our fierce embrace-- where we burn forever only for ourselves fused hip to hip, bone to bone incandescent, one body reinvented, reborn forged in the crucible of blind desire. Mary McCarthy This poem was written as part of the sex and art ekphrastic Valentine's Day challenge. Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has had work published in many on line and print journals, and has an e chapbook “Things I was Told Not to think About” available as a free download from Praxis Magazine online.
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