with an air of crisp magic
he woos
such spell cast with warm melting eyes
in a bottomless dark
a swashbuckling curl of a pirate's lip
such freshly stolen heart
stares passed time
absorbent kisses
the taste of some forbidden wine
slow desirable brush of the roughened gentle
fingertips
produces a hazy melt down of the
somersaulting senses
the curve just stepped out in front of the train
in heated reframe
the clock read backwards
shows no real time
just space and feeling
and momentum
the very tracks
in which such desires travel
shimmy and convulse
in their own brand of anticipation...........
(written Aug 29,2006 330am)