In afternoons such as this

we drown the noise
to listen to memory
we dive into a sea of abandoned sound
to listen to emotion
we let stillness kiss us to sleep
to listen to heart's beat in unison
and disarray
we let our skin's warmth cradle us
with heart-sewn sleeves
and dream-state glances
to laugh with
reckless abandon
and to touch with lust caution
we frolic amongst the
infinite playgrounds of skin and silk