Interlude Poem by Amy Serhienko

Dark of night,
crickets chirping,
audible through my haze.

Hungry hands
wander slowly,
fingers trailing my skin.

Sweet and lazy,
awareness growing,
you rouse me from slumber.

Slow and easy,
tension building,
waking our senses.

Pace increasing,
hands clutching,
merging our halves.

Breathing ragged,
bodies united,
reaching the pinnacle.

Hearbeats easing,
muscles relaxing,
deep sighs of contentment.

Pulses quieting,
limbs entangled,
we return to Dreamland.

Wrapped in serenity,
lulled to sleep by
wordless vows of love.