My heart arches in anticipation
of your immortal caresses
as a moist virgin on the eve of her wedding.
pillage the incorrigible black forest of my hair
as rugged hands clench the fine marble
of golden apple thighs trembling after climaxing.
Thrashing wings of wine-soaked Poesy droplets
crash into the infinitude of my chiseled features.
These parched lips savor the cocktail
of the vintage gray sky,
my being intoxicated
with the apricot aroma of intimacy.
Over purple hills of kaleidoscopic wildflowers
and strawberry runs,
beneath the martyred sun,
as a crescendo from a caroling Stradivarius
yielding to an oboe’s solitary opalescent note.
I am drenched…
Consumed by the breath of your mouth.
My sculpted bare chest heaves heavy with passion,
my thick muscular arms dripping
like mighty sequoia branches after the storm.
The subtle leaves of my scarlet soul
are strewn like pearls over the rich soil
of the wilderness floor
in expectancy of resurrection.
Enraptured I succumb to your loves
collapsing within the firm embrace
of the amorous Autumn rain.