to be

your unbuttoned button

the curl of your toes

the feather on your lips

the nuzzle on your neck

the whisper in your ear

the pull of your hair

the curious tongue

the impetous caress

the breath on your belly

the sigh in your sanctuary

your moan in the moonlight

your rising tide

the deep blue embrace

the river in your temple

your exploding sun

your shudder at midnight

to be

code 13

my muse
has eyes of jade & bronze
raven hair with crimson steel
she is a deep thrumming vibration
to which i'm undeniably drawn

if you saw her, you would understand
how much of her is behind the scenes

if you saw her you would see
how much is all there
the little girl and
the amused goddess

my muse has a mind like a shark's fin
cutting easily through this deep blue
a hint of the man-eating grin beneath

if you saw her you would ski
upon the pale cream of her skin
and happily count the freckles
she tries to hide

her heart is a waltz of shadows
and dappling light
but beyond these words
she is the woman
that drives me to infinite distraction

near

it is a delicate torture
to be near her
unable to touch
or to whisper
words unwinding
(from my clockwork heart)
into the pearl of her ear

her eyes
melt me
everytime

i've never known
hunger before
before i fell
into this delirium
now i hunger
for her touch
her taste
a glance
suspends my heart
in her particular universe

a thousand suns burn
in the light
of her eyes

i burn too
a smoldering cinder
standing here
near her

9/5/08