Polaris

the courtyard,
you arrive
in a contrived armor of beauty

open to the sky,
only the flickering eye
of Polaris to see

your exquisite dimensions
deserve exclusive attention
from my brain

no noise
as you walk the turquoise marble,
with vibrant violet veins

in a creeping mist,
the taste of her savory kiss,
does not go unnoticed

she yields
on the edge of the pool filled
with white and blue lotus

completed with his goal
to lick her every mole,
she opens like petals on a flower

consumed by pleasure
beyond measure,
the minutes progress like hours

in a unshakeable groove
that removes all pain
and restraint

the torchlight captures us wet
with sweat
on the fringe of faint

in the midst of  dying torch fires,
beyond tired,
slumbering where we are

with Apollo rising
over the horizon,
below the drowsy North Star

lying atop each other,
the hibernating lovers,
enter a new frontier

in unison we continue
in a dream thread,
while overhead,
Polaris disappears...