Slugs

Twist of wax, curled
in sexual wind.
Dark wetness of wall behind
infinite space.
A cool breeze blows through.
Drops of sticky dew, like sugar glue,
form the rope,
that ties the stairs to heaven.

White fist,
alive in pair.
The couple in sanguine twist there.
Sex extreme.
An embrace that lasts forever.
The fingers close.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.