The weight of pleasure
the glance of coolness on skin
is cold in shock
The heavy breath
in dark calm night
is a hot throat
The dizzy temples
the lightness of exhaling
is a dry swallow
The pause in sitting back
halting breath
brings tightness
The slow clutch of chest
in reverent desire
is to find peace
The feel of wool
is a derelict surface
and flat centre
The heat of fingers
is almost moist on skin
but a dry ghost
The bones in wrists
feel no chill
but for soft skin
The lightness of pleasure
the weight of memory
is but a look