HE LOVES ME

The man is silent as

he strips away his

world of days & nights

spent without me.

He stands,

nearly naked now,

folding his garments

as the moon smiles down

on his night shining hair.

He turns,

with his body,

the mystery of flesh

revealed & exciting

me without his deft touch

or his whispering words.

He lays on his side,

on the lavender coverlet,

his eyes are on fire,

his skin is a desert that

thirsts for my lips.

His stubble is dangerous,

but it makes him seem naked,

more naked than I am

as I now approach him.

I see his eyes follow me,

gaze over & into me,

as I walk his lips move;

a noisless exclamation...

And that shimmer of teeth,

And of what lies beneath

his desirous flesh;

beneath hardness

& yearning.

A smile in that dark sea,

& I know that he loves me,

As we kiss & then shatter in

that most tender of raptures...

That snowfall of wonder...

That shiver...

That burning.