Sunlight prances away from us, all but you that is.
You arrive and the sunlight dances on your hair like sunset on the river.
Swelling to more than the river, you wash clean my work filled hands and mind.
I can not imagine my dream of you before you were
Here, come and lay among the yellow petals while I tangle
My fingers into the golden strands at the nape of your neck and bite your lip.
The song of you will be sung eternally by heaven’s cherubs and love’s lute.
Falling branch, cracked by winds that whip your clothes into the bin, then
Rain falls and the teardrops crash into me as your limbs wrap round my heart.
I hear your song being sung in my ear even when you are not here.
In the moistness of your night skin I breathe my breath of a lap swim,
I am lashed to the raft of your thick thighs and we drift into the ravenous night.