Black Summer Moon

There is a boundary between your breath
And the edge of the universe.

A thin blanket of stars
And heaven, sprinkled like fresh snow
On their floor of your eager tongue.
Digested ripples of water,
Greeting the surrender of your lips,

Lips that open the door of my pen-
A lover’s memoir, dancing to the chimes
Of silent bells, bending time within our hearts
With melted sorrows held under the hostage
Of seventeen moons, and flowers dressed in gold,
Dressed in sleeping fingertips.

I am the halo
That swims in your hair,
Deep within your abyss,
Swimming through black holes
The size of infinity-
Finding you cradled in god's hands
Like clouds, soft like cotton's womb.

My earth: Redbone lips
And sipping wine tasting like
Aqua blue orgasms to my veins,
Causing shivers to shake.

The hands of jealous mountains
Watch our love at bay,
Woven into blades of grass…
Our eyes, tasting the hunger for skin,
Glistening like shimmering leaves
Laid soft upon your breasts-
Black kisses that walk across the belly
Like soul music in the dark.

© David T. Hunt 2010. All Rights Reserved.