The kiss, the satin & a year

The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade
the one erected on the pedestal of light
is burning thin
A kiss slipped thru the cracks of reason
The other one, swimming across the table,
now
& once upon the effervescent shame, hints of penumbra
rested on top, in glass
Unreaching
The breathless waited
right across, untouched
Shievers, satin red
erupted
into a yester, future
Year