libido

his skin is the color of too many
hours in the sun, but for him,
it comes naturally. what he was
born with, of course. and eyes,
half-open, his lips parted in
orgasmic reaction. the sex
was mild, but enough to evoke
sweat from every pore. damp.
of the woman, we have no clue.
she exists outside the picture,
her face folded neatly between
pages, creased into the book’s
binding, hidden from our sight.
it does not matter. he would
come even without her there.