Assuming Rapture

Your breath on my body makes me aware
Your spindly fingers caught up in my hair
Your sweet whispered words settle soft in my care
Your smooth cheek alights upon my bosom, fair

with loving fingertips, I'll trace
the beautiful lines of your beautiful face
with fastidious regard, I'll lace
my heart into your tender grace

My breath comes quick; I struggle for air
My eyes are caught up in your capturing glare
My words escape me, laying me bare
My skin at your fingers, a treasure rare

with precision, you'll move in haste
hands circling about my waist
with intrepid desire, you'll place
your soul within mine to savor my taste

Retinue

Oh, gentle suitor, I bless your hands

so great against mine, palm to palm

I would curl into you in timeless comfort

and revel in swaddling calm

My tortured prince, your betrayal stings

and thrums constant, dull in my veins

and life after life have I pined for your love

yet, I can’t love you less for the pain

Oh warrior poet, with passions that scorch

in love and in mirth and in ire

you frighten and thrill, you ignite and explode

your every experience, fire

My dark invader, you swept into my life

with promises greater than you

our moments were insight and beauty and life

and, alas, they remain all too few

There are no two lips I’d rather kiss;

no two arms into which I would fall

For you each are my chosen, your mark on my heart

and Sacred Lovers, all