Cress

 
Cress  
 
Lay yourself down on the soft naked cress        
Fantasy floating on sweet caress  
Beneath the tree, limbs spread in repose.  
‘Neath wisps of cloud on the breeze’s flow.  
Then fire-eater I become, as we conspire your delirium  
 
Like the pilot fish who guides the shark  
Where the clown is teased out of her dark  
To the sweet and intimate shoal,  
Where anemone fingers swirl and cajole  
Then suddenly withdrawn, from a vibration too strong.  
 
The fishes fins fan the fire  
Siamese twins drawn by two desires  
Yours to rush ahead and mine to hold you back.  
And liquid lava leaking from your crack  
I dominate your fantasy, gobbling your energy  
 
And soon you’re drawn -- spread and held  
Volcano threatening to explode  
Too soon too soon my trembling pet  
You taste too sweet to reach your crisis yet  
But you drown me in your liquid fire, you burst, you strain, and then expire