Love Bites & Lover’s Gift

-- Forty thousand feet of anticipation --
Flying to his arms at speeds
our forefathers would think impossible.

Satisfied.
Lazy blue-grey mist
Choreographs languid dances
between our entangled feet.

I am naked against the heat of him,
naked against the great blue sky,
sandwiched between it
and the atmosphere of us.

Passionate synopsis:
A goodnight embrace
beneath an ivy laden arbor
anticipates the lover's gift.

Icy lemon water holds my thirst at bay,
until his kiss will quench me.

On the roof we claim the sky and night.
Humidity and heat -- weatherman's prediction --
made true by our desire.

Aqueous green light
filtered through ivy drenched windows
finds us,
a linen draped tableau reclining
in the liquid world of lover’s murmurs.

Beetles tick out moments meant for him.
Hot breezes singe the tree tops,
causing them to murmur protest
against delinquent rains and lovers,
waiting for the heaviness of him
and arching spine against the earth.
Secure above so below.

Time past since our last embrace
collapses in upon itself.

With kisses he explores my purpose.
"Has she changed her mind?"
He knows not the fever my body laid in
for want of him through the night.

Bread and cheese for supper.
A beckoning finger,
eyes cast in half lidded lure,
reel me in for dessert.

Strangely comforted
by having known each other's body
in truth,
and a thousand, thousand times
in our imagination.

I declare
no moment together be scarred by regret.
The time before I leave is less
than that which we have spent quarrelling.
We act with fervor, simply, ravenously.
Tomorrow will be ours again.
For now.

And there we are
another day,
working side by side in amity,
full with serving love.

I am famished,
impatient from a whole day with him,
and only hors d'oeuvres
of a nibble at his neck
or the scent of his passing.
I want him now,
treed between my legs!

Unshowered,
I leave him to keep a date with another.
All through the movie I smile to myself,
lean my head forward
catch his jealously clinging scent.

Hotel heartbreak --
once primly dressed
in crisp white curlicued facade,
now flop house and fornicator's spa
percolating with dangerous, illicit dreams.
A mad thought!
Throw off propriety
and have him here, in the stairwell!

With choreographed carelessness,
I arrange the trappings of our love nest,
faking my independence from him.

I watch incense smoke
cut designs crossing the room
through the window
to join car exhaust from the street.
Will it tell our secret?

We emerge
love soaked into the dusky evening,
dry off and catch our breath.
Flaunt love stained auras.

Billboard lights
-- metropolis moon –
illuminates our bed.
We wane toward dawn and dreams,
wax with the lover's gift
completed in the mystery hours.