reconstruction

Bedrooms and bodies,
feet, legs, asses.
Somewhere underneath
the sagging bellies of men,
hunger longing and loneliness
bump cyclops head blindly
against years of too many beers,
too many Big Macs and fries.

Connections attempted,
with the mind, with the heart,
between the legs
in wetness, softness and warmth
a pinkening of black night,
a rolling love,
a rumbling love,
a reflection of love.

There is warmth
when skin presses skin.
Parting brings a reptilian desert night,
deadness in the bones,
a cold ache to the marrow
when lying naked, an isolated island,
alone on unfamiliar sheets
and a stranger's pillow.