Emotions to Words

Le Erotica

It’s below the knees and a slow trickle through the toes.

It’s a slip of the hand through the thighs and the V of Rose.

It’s the moment before the door seals and the alarm rings.

It’s the seldom drip of a faucet in the next room.

It’s the fragrance of another welcoming a room.

It’s the soft touch of another bracing the neck.

Its the slow filling up of a bath,

The cold of metal and warmth of the sun.