Moments of heat

Shared on sheets

Awash with flow

From port below



Finding any spot dry

Becomes task with sigh

As finally we give up

Vacating bed to sup



So sheets can air

And then we stare

At each other aglow

As love overflows



And innocent touch

Of hands sparks lust

Renewed but quelled

As veggies are shelled



And hardness subsides

Saved for later rides

Upon dryer sheets

Which aired neat



When left alone

End up dry as bone

Ready for encounters

Of new mountings ...



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

12:12pm Jan. 10th, 98