Underneath the veil
Of a dying sun,
Your slender silhouette
Outlined
In its receding rays.
You approach me
Closing the distance between us.
Your subtle relinquishment
As you surrender
to my arms
Which encircle you,
As a gate encloses
A walled garden.
The vision of your maroon locks
Haunts me
Descending
In a cascade of fire
Over your shoulders
Past the petals and the curvature
Of your lips
Which glow, beckoning
Treasures in the dark.
Unabashed, your tender frame
Presses against mine.
The rapturous waves
Of your lake
Wash over my shore.
The magnetic attraction
Of our bodies
Compels us
Pulls us closer
together,
Awakening every pore
Soliciting secret stirrings
And palpitations.
The disarming intimacy
Of your gaze,
As my fingertips trace
And travel
Across the soft vineyards
Of your arms.
You show me the little dots
That adorn
The smooth surface
Of your skin,
Lush grapes
On a vine.
I feel your simmering locks,
Blazing
As you remain nestled,
Underneath my chin
And perceive intimations
Of your Soul's longing
Subdued.
