Reaching into you…
loving your heart
through fingers on flesh
gone gold to rose,
feeding your soul
with my love
thus fill my own
in a feast of senses…
…the champagne of your eyes….
A poet’s banquet
on this voyage
to forever fields
where I will pitch my tent
In sunset afterglow
and light my hearth
with purest urgency
of pink cloud kiss upon
the golden face of the new moon