The Stars and Back

An alarm clock
ticks away the beauty
of this evening...

A whisper of a dress,
the colour of smoke,
floats to the floor...
and a glass – brim-full
of liquid silver shimmers
by the bed.

Once more tonight,
I drown in long,
slow strokes
of me in you;

low enough
to feel your breath
upon my chest...
your eyelids
feather my thighs –
your tongue, brush
my nipple...now

just high enough
to scan the vista
of the years – binds
that first, shy kiss
to this.

The moon pools
gold – dissolved
in ink black oceans;

we look at the skyline
remembering
what’s been lost,
and a flight of wild geese –
frets of light
on midnight streets.

You took me
to the stars,
and back.
For only here –
we are.