|| magic of the body ||

in the first thrill of love

the wakeful eye

within knew

the magic of the body

within the body

overcome with a

novel sensation silent

words squealed

and were born

in the bliss of flight

i tasted the elixir of my own body

on the lips of the beloved.

moon gazing eyes

knew the pleasure of the moon

with your touch

i drank the

manna of love

i want to contain

in my touch

every pore of your being.

|| sunrise touch ||

you disappear

the world

stands still

only breath

crosses time

unaffected

after you

song sounds

insipid

in the folds

of your handkerchief

are layers

of your touch

and i feel you

rising in me

like the sun.