we gaze into the face of the firmament,
to find ourselves
In the subtle places between the stars,
in the narrow expanse
Where they spread their wings and reve for twilight;
Our bodies constellations colliding,
becoming a galaxy,
The embers which ignite evening.
There in the darkness,
amid the secrets of the sequoia;
Swallowed by the moon---
You blush with my raw nakedness,
And gasp at the abundance of my vine.
Your gilded thighs taste of apples after the storm.
I tenderly tear the delicate fruit;
juices cascade like waterfalls
over the cleft of my chin,
and linger upon my lips as moans and mute tones,
-a sonnet etched in time-
At dawn your supple body
yields to my touch like wildflowers bend
with the ethereal breath of morning.
My mouth forming around your alabaster breast;
Cusps Engraved with my craving tongue.
Your pink poppy lips moisten with anticipation,
And flower before me.
you wince with pleasure;
The stallion plowing your vineyard deeply,
and deeper still,
Until the harvest flows dark purple,
And our stained throats sigh with intoxication.
With each breath I expulse you
only to draw you closer with soft wisp.
Your pulse pollinates within my veins,
your essence takes root Intracellularly;
every blossom a Ballard to your name.
Solstice of symbiotic souls---