It’s at the water’s
edge that I saw
your mirror
a rippling
reflection and
it looks
like you

but not.

Its you
as the river
sees you.

His kiss
came quickly
soft yet
full-bodied.

His second
came slowly
teasing like
a cat, bouncing
like a toy
pointed like
an arrow.

His third
and his fourth
and multiples
flared, igniting
passions fueled
by arousal.

His final
came quietly
privately
amongst touches
and sweat.

Before I
knew you
I wrote you
in my mind and
before I
wrote you
I felt you
in my heart and
before I
felt you
I kissed you
in my soul.

We sat
heads leaned
back against
the headboard;

Heads turned
to the other
eyes lazy
and smiles
easy.

Sheets
tucked
and twisted
a chinese
finger puzzle
three feet
poke from
beneath.

Our hands
twine like yarn,
I lean, a windy
tree, into you;
Velveteen lips
part and tongues
meet
this morning.

They
lie buried
under a
shallow sheath
fluttering
skin.

Staring
at me, their
azure and chocolate
emerald and pony
so close
they’re globes
of everywhere.