To see the stars
Back from the embrace of no one,
I breathe strands of your perfect hair,
Radiant in the skylight.
I let your curves become more than curves,
Rivaling the Earth.
I allow your arms to swim in the air about us,
While silk encases your form.
Submit to the sun
Let the moon sink its white teeth
In your cherry lips.
I kiss your dreams to nightmare,
Then from nightmare
You are a song without a rope
To pluck from, about your wrists.
You radiate, as we escalate.