After Making Love...

Raindrops on the skylight,
pit-pat, staccato overhead
as light from a candle
sculpts her silhouette
out of the darkness.
Smoke from the factory
hangs low against
a blackberry sky, shredded
by a watercolour moon
and I defy the dawn
to break this reverie,
as her breath falls soft
upon my cheek
like a blue butterfly...

jasmine winds
jostling the trees
transport my mind
to thoughts of where
she and I might go to –
music of the spheres
serenading our dreams...
A fanfare of fountains,
arpeggios of waterfalls –
wavelets, feathering
some Caribbean beach
where we two lie – lost
in the gegenschein,
watching a timpani
of stars, doing
the old, soft-shoe.