BROWN COTTON SHEETS

Gently he parted her thighs

With passion filled eyes 

and trembling fingers

Then unsheathed his instrument

Surgical steel pierced her 

Searing hot and sweet 

Melting in the heat of her passion

Body and soul became one

Forever intertwined in time 

Yours and mine faded to ours

Locked in loves womb 

They made  secret vows

That were never given voice 

To speak of, neither values,

Nor goals or depth of intimacy

Wrote their own history

On brown cotton sheets

In a cozy little cottage by the sea

Where he gently parted her knees

On brown cotton sheets.

-Mo Pen