Faux Leather Sofa Poem by Mark Heathcote

Up close and naked that's where we want to be
fingers locked, tongues entwined
counting the notches down-each other's spine
toes, pressing hard against a faux leather sofa
Ah, all that will do us perfectly fine.
Velcro to adhesive, laid back, supine
Up close & personal, doesn't it all rhyme
… well, maybe not.
But please dear take your time
Every moment is a divinity of sorts-
When you close your eyes
Here too, I fantasize
close my own and realize
how-divine-is-
each moment locked in time.