The earth breathes deep
when I notice my hand Melted In yours.

Your eyes are cinnamon now.
My mouth invaded by your velvet tongue.
Everything boils, my mother once said, when fuses touch.

I left the gate open. I nod you in
and when you turn the light off, I hear the Moment Whisper
my name. If I need a reason: The Grass Licks your feet
the way it does mine.

Move with me, I say, trace
the white flesh of the moon with your tongue, stroke Circles Over my horizon. Awaken the sense of touch on this bed.

You can hear the Smoke Blur me into you. I can see your
outline disappear. Our mouths overflow with sky.