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Then suddenly withdrawn, from a vibration too strong.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