The Eye of Agamotto

In the dwindling twilight
just before sleep,
in the imageless dawn
as the sun rears its head,
thoughts
of our meeting
find in their engineering
the fantasies light
in their delicate swaddlings.

Preemptive of any
wet touching kiss,
preceding the balance
of skin and bone,
future still nudity
and its allure
with visually
cascading sensuous
fondlings
deeply
aroused
in aroma
and flesh,
there dwells
the nakedness
of being known.

The hierarchy of
promise
and the permission
of being,
consensual,
intellectual,
the sapiosexual
key and lock understanding
of an ongoing
and growing history
of lust
in the mind
and culminations
of the heart,
these are the foreplay
of the dreamy
orgiastics
of our inter-twinings.

Once it is known
and all things are on,
these are the steps
to the vast
and unturned space
between our pillows
and the place.