Midnight View

Across the yard through midnight dew

comes soft the silhouette of you,

and by my bedroom lamp you see

the dimly glowing shape of me,

translucent in my silky lace.

You pause a glance, then push the pace,

up ivy-covered trellis climb

in moonlight green, as if each vine

were somehow tethered to our souls

where melding makes the perfect whole.

The latch unhinged; you crawl inside.

We gently wrestle on the floor.

You kiss me hard; your fingers glide

where playful boys have touched before,

But you, my sweet, a kitten's breath,

have dared to breathe my heart anew.

My hesitation put to death,

I sink beneath the starlight hue

of passion's unexpected crush.

You tease.

I arch.

You taste.

I gush.

A thousand stenciled sparkles fly

like lightning searing up each thigh.

Tantalizing talons tear

away my tearful underwear.

And when I fall back to myself,

we saunter sideways into bed,

my legs across your shoulder's shelf,

so snug, embrace your lovely head.

You squeeze my cheeks, my petals spread

in blissful springtime velvet bloom.

The pink aroma that I've shed

distills to nectar you consume.

My parents, long since gone to sleep,

are unaware your probing tongue

has pierced their daughter's core so deep

to make her secret waters run.

A roaring river floods the sheets.

We'll drown before we see the sun,

before we share a morning's kiss.

But in the dark, we drench ourselves

in utter bliss,

the sea's abyss,

a foamy froth we can't resist.

And miles from where in bed we lie

is surf

is sand

is open sky;

a beach that we can walk upon,

a place where we can wake at dawn.