when I think of you
I become a waterfall,
a glimmering chimera of color
cascading over peregrine walls where
I am so afraid to fall.
Powerless to hold us back
I immerse in the labyrinth of
your eyes as rare as silken tongued shore birds,
slivers of the setting sun that echo
us out to sea where we are more than an
epoch of bones and the blood force rushing
through our veins is the the breathing air of lovers,
as gentle or fierce as the press
of your thigh on mine.