Bathing (to Bean)

Your smile radiates

Like space heaters

On cold mornings

Quickly switched on

Throwing its heat

And enveloping me

Your deep brown

Slightly slanted eyes

Are like candles

In dark rooms

Drawing me closer

Your glow hovers

Like delicate halos

I shall not

Speak of bodies

For that I

Do not see

When upon you

I gaze bathing