All night <br />the candle <br />creates & uncreates <br />our bodies <br /> <br />here a breast <br />flickers <br />into life <br />there a hand <br />vanishing out of sight <br /> <br />thigh <br />upon <br />thing <br />here a cry <br />there a sigh <br /> <br />forming & <br />unforming <br />our love <br />making <br /> <br />half shadow...half light <br />the hot <br />wax <br /> <br />taking our fingerprints <br />as if <br />we were suspects <br /> <br />stolen <br />time <br />we peel off <br />our fingerprints <br /> <br />I wear yours <br />you wear mine <br />my fingerpritns found <br />all over your body <br /> <br />(guess I am guilty) <br />|I press <br />my fingerprint <br />into yours <br /> <br />so that <br />the whorls <br />combine <br />joined <br />in the seal <br /> <br />of our desire <br />we both <br />now <br /> <br />one <br />& <br />the other <br />lost <br />in our flickering laughter.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fingerprints-8/
