I Wonder

 I imagine in firefly twilight
slip and slide of falling sun
leaving shadows in its wake
cutting through the in between
to float upon its surface; drift

Creak of wood floor under naked foot press
the sound of air sighing at the scent of skin
hands curl
feel
senses cling long after touch has left

Pulse rush
each heart has its music
listen to the depth and rhythm
fall into the sound
it wraps you up
and makes you float again

Search the vision
currents of the gaze
a flow over this landscape
pierce the prism
a fragmentation of colors
Pulling jewels from refracting light

Eyes
the color of whiskey pierced by candlelight
Tawny lines and shaded angles
Finger step each inch of spine
tracing curve at the turning
Intimacy of touch

pulse
from wrist to hearts deep beating
dressed in sheen that breathes upon the skin
and brings glow to atmosphere

Disappear in the darkness of our all consuming kiss
where thoughts evaporate
trading gravity for flight
drifting in obsidian corners

Dream
what will eventually be
always becoming
Absorb the vision somehow beyond reality
a stretch just beyond reach

[b]Suspended[/b]
I wonder...

do the stars long to touch the Earth
if only for a moment...