code of silence

Curled on couch like loving oysters
Tightened muscles held welded and anchored
As brother and sister we well may be
You sleep nesting nestled in my lap
Trusting as a sibling in your security

The TV plays old movies –
Horror classics now seem as comedies
Tired, I can’t sleep from watching you
Wonder if you feel my anticipation?
I think I know you I know you do

In your sleep you are all of innocence
A quiet thing of soft mouths and hands
The smell the sights; the line of you excites
How is it I never saw it all before?
This night this moment my desire ignites

You shift roll into me in softer deeper sleep
Clothes strain to pull away from soft satin skin
I want wantonly to wet those sleeping lips
My mouth goes dry my hand caressing
Your soft serve curves folded in silky slips

Silence is the language of Sibling Code
As precious as summer cherries in winter
Because of all and all I am to you
I could never follow this desire
Crossing this line we made; this taboo

Your sweet sleeping face in my lap is my undoing
Your mouth merely moments from my sex
Each every breath ecstatic agony I feel
A warm wind spiced delicious madness
Dares my desires toward something real