Waiting...

Wind spins
my thought
this morning

eyes shucked
on you,
clear and craved
silhouette
wrapped in
silken sheets

belly blush
rising
and from the
inflamed mind
cascade,
fires crossing
my chest
in eddies
searching
my breath
my own arms
enraged
choking the life

So

Immobile
leaning on the doorjamb
of a semi closed door
in blinding twilight
of flaring lust
in this dawn
that transmutes colors
like a kaleidoscope.

So

transparent in waiting
air rustling
parched skin
to drink
spying a breath
with fire in your eyes
and a masterful thought
you know