Halo Of The Sundog

You're lambent touch
 liberates my mind, my consciousness
How infinite you are
luminous
like the sun's apricity against
my skin

The scent, of your intention
lingers
it's fragrance like hyacinth amplifies an awakening
Challenge me, infuse me
 with you're philter
I want to feel the pulse
of the moon through
our loins

You occupy my senses turning
 my dross into gold
In vermillion fields where
fragile sough escapes my
lips then rises to catch
an endless cerulean sky.