Maddy by Moonlight

Her silhouette entrances me, etched
by that ‘great master’ – candlelight,
out of the darkness. She embodies
the night – its shadow flown inside
of her – slinks like silk fingering
her spine; the colour of sleep, burning
like flames behind her eyes as, soft,
she treads its labyrinths of dreams.

She stretches as she yawns –
a whisper of a chemise – the colour
of smoke, floats to the floor
as the great grey heron wafts
low over ponderosa pines
to a silver-throated sax –
plays bitter-sweet, dark
chocolate melodies.

Her body, a geology of mountains
and grottoes, rivers and seas;
she kisses me – her eyelids
feather my cheek – a fountain
of blue butterflies, and in each rise
and each fall of her, I long to drown
and drown again in the valley
of her thighs...hearing her sigh
and secret singing from the first
risen star in a nearly dark sky.