Keeling to his centre, I find my heady rhythm,
My senses holding me in a midnight's rhapsody
I dance summer thoughts into his sweet slumber,
To waltz him out of his beloved's night-arms,
To take him away on lust's signature rasp,
To speed wanton mirth through his dark eyes,
Brooding in their want, their despair for me...
I step lush desires in his warm breath,
On sun drenched caresses at my cool brow,
I lose myself in his silken voice,
And fall into life's hollow at winter's lonely east...