I moved inside him

& every reflection...

In each of our eyes

& both our erections...

Screamed with the bliss

of the hottest hell fury...

Dreamed & then kissed

us in heavenly hurry...

Froze us with snowmelted

down in a flurry...

The steam from our bodies

made our vision blurry...

And we both survived

so why am I worried?

It may be that now

looking back I can see...

That again when inside him

he had got inside me...

And now there's a space

with no answer or reason...

And I'm left alone...

He's not picked up the phone...

On this silent night...

Ho Ho Ho...

Tis the Season.

- For Andrew James Black -