my lips catch fire
when dressed with you
and I speak
with chimney tongue.
all it takes
is one image
and I'll be crafting landscapes
from your leer -
how your gaze is clear and present
as the stars are effervescent
and your crescent smile
makes the moon's twilight
worthwhile
when in your limelight...
spotlit
amidst the haze
in luminous cerulean,
as fog nips at your heels
and you sway your hips into the clear...
electric eels
dance in circles
around you
and disco balls
spin rainbow dreams --
a color for each emotion
wrapped around
passion spheres.
In daydreams about
maroone ocean tops
and blood-red lagoons
I bathe in the life stream
of you...
I can soak in your color
like no other
so long as it's vibrant
and true...
and I wish I could entwine
your goldspun hair
around a finger
to capture the shine that lingers...
child of moon and breeze,
chill my bones.
freeze my disease
and grow your glow
into hazel spheres around me
please...