We met in a late night dream kino,
propelled from separate tropics into a subterranean night-time existence

(I could see her scent
before she tasted mine)

Her-sloe-eyed beauty with
lipstick-rouged nipples
that teased hard

She worked velveteen lips to turn
my body inside-out, burnt orange in hue

We died in a slow, mute crescendo
and left a silence sounding like
silt whispering on sea shores