an attraction

There, in the inner circle of a flat heart lies
An attraction to her silk that covers the many
Hidden touches she gives to a translucent me

Here, on a bed that lacks roses but drips in lilacs
I convolute the answers that rest upon her lips while
Unlicked candy canes suffer beneath their wrappings

Everywhere; walls, chairs, the flowing of hair from a stranger
Brings the moon to an eyelevel where I see her reflection
As we finally kiss beneath the beams of an attraction