Good Night Kiss

May the twinkles
            of the stars blush
        at the dreams that rise
from your soul tonight,


because if I could,
                        I would
be the good night
    kiss  of your   lips.

Craving
              each night
   to taste the  
salt  of your earth;
to feel  the warmth
           of intertwining limbs.

Sex scented as a rose
handcuffed
     to the bedpost,
blindfolded.


The feathers of my fingers
   give your plumage play
as you liquefy

into the contraction of
 pinned shoulder blades,
     fingertips clutching,
        toes curled.

The tuning fork vibrations
    reaching into your
essence, and pull you
           inside out.

If I could,
            I would
be the good night kiss
                      of your lips,
and watch
            the stars blush.