The rickety racket of crickets
Scrapes against my head
On a single-sheet summer night.
A sheen of sweat on your shoulder.
Tentative fingers draw an awed sigh
As they reverently ride
The sensuous scoop of your hips.
A murmured stirring.
Hush now, don’t wake.
Don’t defile this holy moment.
Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/hallelujah
