you and me, we are just our hips

dark and twisted like Meredith, 
I choose 
to twist and shout my hips on yours
and to break the glass of my memory.

a toast to my dirty grey shadow
moving deliciously slow
during the meeting of 
bodies and no soul.

a great lover
has just escaped from my stomach
to lick you from head
to toe.

would you give me the pleasure of
one more night
to let everything go?