Untitled - September 08, 2001

In a moment of sweet clarity,
watch the droplets form
and then twist
in a meandering river
of succulent tasts
falls from the very edge
of your fingers
onto an outstretched tongue.

As the droplets gather
to become the pool
of lingering ambrosia, 
the desperate attempts
to gather it once more
onto sweet lips and eyes.

A singular brush of gold
against the undulating flesh
winks pale
under the morning sunshine.

The sun casts
dappled shadows
across the whiteness
that fills the room.

A million sensations
dance across the nerves
as splayed limbs
and ragged breathing
are all that
is seen and heard.

Hushed whisperings
break the calm silence
as the last
of the lingering touches
leave only the trace
shadows of sensation.