reflection

concrete dust in ones lungs
never trusting anyone
or thing
or lust
or act
in combinationof the above
with me on top
you breathing hard
your chest against mine
lips pooched out to a kiss
waiting to receive
waiting to touch slide across each other
slip from lip to lip
no gloss needed
just slippery wet saliva
breath between souls
tongue between desires
never ever
not even once questioning
why
just knowing it is
was
and has always been
us
slicked into
one another
in a pond of nonevaporating existance
of love