it's a longing of the five senses
like an expanse of water
with many scattered islands,
an archipelago
of spices, it's
me wanting you to hold me
and say nothing;
say something..

a woman and a man
aching from a series of
desires-- to touch, to kiss,
to press together full length,
to enter, to move, to pulse,
to remember;
to never forget

the cry of a hawk
vanishing into aquamarine air,
her rhythm climbing the stairs,
her bare ass under her short skirt,
his eyes flipping onto high beams

sexual splendor
with no referents to time.
a dream or a memory in slow motion,
white orchids blooming
on the windowsill where there
are green glass apples catching the light

a wind chime complaining of rain.
her face, and later
plum colored bruises
shaped like fingertips
on her thighs,
lightning flickering
above the tree line.
full moon  night air  single rain
moment of sunshine

his lips touching
her ear.
chance, intention, hunger,
a longing of the five senses
heart-shaped leaves at dusk

the parallactic angle of starlight

his entire weight relaxing
onto her body