Belly Button

I felt warmth of core

as she embraced me 

from my back.

Maybe the blood was fire...

Perhaps, skin over thighs, burning of craving.

Stronger, the roots pulled closer;

of longing, distance grew shorter.

24 colors I saw, within; 

deeper: sorrow and grief.

We played the sax improvising the changes

[silence was also respected].

Not one soul beyond two pawns;

auditorium deserted: the end of the show.