101708- S.O.C.

Bubbles floating through hostel hallways
and eyes wide with dilation
in the night of champagne fizz
coating the iris- the lashes-
to flutter away under the cracks of closed doors
and slip between the lips of lovers
kissed too passionate
under the haze of foreign romance.

To slide under the sheets
and slam against the wall
with the thrash of clothing
discarded in urgency.
To land hard and settle
resting on the cold of window,
pooling with shining drops
in response to a gasping desire
a need to quench the thirst

for the earth will shake
to end with the dawn.

And soon it is
holding tightly the rise and fall
of bare skin stretched
over heavy lungs sprawled
intertwined across the mess of bedsheets
and fingers that search out
facial profiles
and hip bones
and fingers to grasp
with a single request:

Can this moment last forever?