Pitless

In the velvet hush

of tangerine light,

thoughts creep like mycelium,

trendrilling through synapses,

until fingertips tingle,

and the leading edge,

of a tender red lip

is self-bitten.

She tucks a brunette ribbon

behind the mauve flush

that has crept past her cheeks.

A twinkle, the way glints

dance atop water,

like mischievous nymphs,

plays in her soul's windows.

Her sighs caress

even the candle flames,

sending a shiver through

the playful gray smoke,

until it longs to be made

colorful.

Desire pools in her palms,

warm and ready.

She reaches,

delicate hands enveloping

the peak's obsidian bounty.

The soft yielding flesh

surrenders

to her mouth,

juices staining twilight,

leaving a vibrant crimson

where flesh touched flesh,

the heart of summer

devoured.

She smirks,

tossing away the pit,

"and if there's no body,

there's no crime".