Scandalous

He stops shaving razor floating in air

hand absentmindedly creates a circle in mid-void

like a bird stilled by camera lens

her scandalous vulva visits his mind

from days of that August

on the scorched island

in low tone siesta

in muffled moaning

lest the mirror would crack from tension

in the cool soothing room

before his eyes

finger in circular motion

swirling eroticism

higher and higher

near a shuddering apex

wind, pandemonium

lust and a red coloured

Lucifer laughs sardonically

as the razor touches his flesh

opening it

like hers

reddish colour