A love poem

To wake and feel your warmth alive,

Circling my soul in silent flight,

I see my morning prize

By the light

Of a feather fall swing

Through crystal time. 

Like the swish crick of leaves 

To the night forest wanderer

I am struck by Beauty's flush

So perfectly calm 

In our humble cocoon.

My eyes trickle trails 

Over your body:

They wring out a sponge

Of amaranthine droplets,

And I have closed us up now, 

A surge of fresh green arms

Around filmy petals.

As we tip the day further away, 

Wind out the waves, 

Wind in our limbs,

Smell mangoes on the wind

I am afloat, I'll hold my breath -

To still the thought

Of loving you.