mint

and so it goes
the sun, it rose
from the sultry throws
of a night lost
in its deep and winding furrows
beneath sheets stretched
from our heads to our toes
our chests heaved with deep sighs
hands gripped and wrestled between thighs
no questions were answered
but it was seen in your eyes
the answers hint
left the taste of mint
said, don’t press our luck…
and away she went