I see through this glass darkly,
but how love brought light alive in the early days.
Me, coaxing the sunlight into your smile,
and you, conjuring the moonlight in my eyes.
Trembling newly in our expectations and ecstasies,
lust pulling insatiable and magnetic between us.
Completely sold on you, hooked by one lingering look,
quietly following that euphemism 'coffee' into the house.
Clothes and morals abandoned on the living room floor;
last garments of guilt thrown over a chair.
My nipples tingling for your touch,
the orange Axminster burning into my back,
your hips grinding me into flowers on the floor.
Summer meandering in over the windowsill;
curtain-shadowed, in the bedroom's billowing blue,
tangled together in sweat-wet sheets,
climbing to passion's pinnacle.
But reality reaches through the window of dream -
fumbling my way down to the kitchen,
clumsy and heavy from sleep, branded forever by you:
cherrybite blood blisters on my lips,
thundercloud bruises on my thighs.
My body still begging you to hold me bone-crushing tight,
stars exploding around us in the tingling dark.