We lay side by side and I catch you smiling at me
You’re warm heat blazes golden
You’re soft like silken linen folded
Over purple curtains hiding and holding
You inside its soft velvet drape...
Seeing the simple outlines of your face
Wide  hips are traced in spidery webbed woven lace
Like water falling over your shoulders your hair in perfect place
As your scent rises  amidst mist ....and mystery
No cinematographers lenses can  capture this scenery
365 degrees of heated bliss lifts steamily
While outside colds villainous hiss snarls wintry
Inside your woven intricate hands stroke wonderfully
Holding me supernaturally
Inhaling your cinnamon and sulfuric essence
Exhaling your intimate presence
My head swings  hallucinating
As you  drip like gasoline
Ignition fuel and spark will only bring
Me closer to your spontaneous combustion
Fire must have caught   you and held your hand
Trembling and teaching you to burn and  etch
Warmth dancing with flamed fingertips
Lingering collapsing into licking lips
Angel-winged chariots of desire lift
Carrying springs new  bloom flowered gift
Hungry to hold earths heated physicality
Pink with red  petals openly
Blue hued like fleshly unfolding
Easing itself into summers warm watery depths
Absorbing  your  rays of light,
Capturing milliseconds of ultra-violet
Reflections unseen felt or heard in simple vibrations
As I wander  your landscape
 I realize  I stand at the center of your sweet summer storm
And shrouded in  your cloudy tear filled eyes
Dripping wet like yesterday as it mourns

Douglas Miles, © 2000