oh to feel the light
of summer in a wintry night
my beloved might
Sun swept skies in newly glazed roads,
crisp air that stung our cheeks
while searching ahead, each curious step
our hearts would silent, alone,
wonder what the other mind
would wish for her, him, your, our
He would imagine warming his fingertips
as she might know desire
each touch sending shivers that
far exceeded the fresh snow’s arctic blast
creating icicles that danced her naked skin;
ice soon melts with each brushed fabric
falling gently to the floor,
and once inside,
that heat, newly drawn fires
would reckon the confusion
that only led to greater love drawn caress.
This was that unbridled,
promised return of love for one another.
Deep inside the shelter of her,
he would once inside,
the cold air only a memory,
give soft kisses that wet the nape of her neck,
while gasps and binding fingertips
pull one another
towards each thrust,
each fire a searing taste
that bound their hot reach,
a shared sojourn,
searching, seeking, soft …
her climax might offer his dreams,
We haven’t a need to prove ourselves to each other
knowing together our love is real without a flair.
We haven’t a fear of losing each other to suggestion
when real, in love we simply give freedom.
Artists breathless, painting, sculpting, a blossom, elegant.