a fashion after

driving back
from the lake
	 to the sound
of lightning
	 storms
and the Velvet Underground
we smoke our cigarettes
glowing beacons
	 between our lips
watching the shadows of rain drops drift 
across
our bodies
	 (two boiling points)
about to burst
we drive back
	 to my bed
in this complex
	 mating dance
	 you undress
my (long gone) desire to resist
we press our lips into a kiss
			 and strip
teaching one another
		 the meaning
	of love and passion
after,
	of course,
		 a fashion.