Waves

Mutual waves tumble together
breaking open
the way water breaks open
into itself.

I have nothing of my own anymore
unless one can claim
this surf and tide of passion.

Pillers and eddies of lust
have no name.

The ocean has no eyes
but knows every molecule
to be itself.

Body Reading

We don’t sneak up on each other now.
This passion
is a slow dance
in the heat of a moment.

I know what You are saying
because I speak with Your hands.
I am that part of You
that lip-reads flesh.

I carry
the scent of desire
on Your fingertips.

Morning Goddess

A morning
grows out of my eyes.
She sleeps with my heart-
She curls
where my legs part.

If I turn over
I might bruise Her delicate skin.
I might fall in
to Her melting dreams again.

Within my surfacing mind
I watch Her rise
into a silver kimono of light.
I watch Her prepare to bathe
in my life.