Silk spills

Shower to a jazz beat
a tossed shirt
that waits

A clear prelude
that oil on the skin
thoughts slipping
on then

it's a light trick
of perfumed yesses
and lace sox
that climb me slowly
to invent lines so precise

lascivious glances
on that so crazy mirror
russet fuchsia
delirious graffiti
speaking of us
and this life of mine
tangled with stars
and sky

entrancing vapor
dense
in the first chill
of evening
world cream
to cure my
sense of you

Ready

black lace and aromas
girding my body
scabbard of want

trivial mechanisms
of perverse innocence
sweet ever games
sharp eroticism
broaching silk
on us

And you
awaiting me there
like incense of woman
consuming itself