I rise out of sleep,
like a passion vine
growing out of the earth.
Tendrils circling time, hours,
receiving the gentle strength of dew.
A tender shoot,
unfurling two leaflets
to be kissed by moonlight.
I would kiss your eyes open,
to see them luminescent, white and soft
And your mouth tilting to let my kisses in.
How gorgeously we would turn,
to lie still
for one or two moments
in the scent of the twilight's sleeping jasmine.
How beautifully the clouds shimmer.
We move nearer to Heaven
on her bed of pillows.
I call you
my flamingo, my water bird
gracefully, methodically dipping
your beak
in and out, wading, ankle deep
in silver reflection and lapping waves.
You voice hushing me,
gentle sweetness
hushing me,
into your
exquisite lullaby
of petal soft cries
lovelier than music.
There,
in the movement of time
our bodies open flaming and full
inside one another.
You are beautiful. as you shimmer
into sudden blindness.
becoming a crescent moon
to pierce me
into incandescence.
