In My Velvet Dream

Our lovemaking is like slow boxing

We throw fakes and soft punches

And then merge together like cross-ripples on a velvet sea

Like kittens falling into silk pillows

Please don’t speak to me baby

Don’t hesitate

Or drop aside

Your skin is the open plain upon which I run

Deliciously out-of-breath

My hands are no longer mine

My lips

My thoughts

These all belong to you

--Mitchell Hegman