... and the dawn

 

Your voice contemplated my flesh.

Your inner seas brought a lapping pattern

        of delightful electrons.

                I mean, of pleasure.

Hold me with your mystery.

Woo me with the overlapping moisture

        of your music and poetry, baby.

Keep me alive alongside your sound

        and your warmth

                and your serenissima sonata, honey.

Sunrise over your eyelashes.