Blue
The vein’s blood
The leg’s jeans
The pen’s ink
His eye’s shade
Deep
The ocean’s way
The night’s dark
The lung’s breath
My mind’s thoughts
Alone
The sky’s moon
The wind’s chill
The heart’s place
My bed’s side
Forgotten
The clock’s time
The lost lives
The leftover pain
The words never said.

looking from below,
                               my eyes fix,
on your pleasure contorted face,
in the acute urgency,
of a lush, leafy tree,
                             undulating sinuously,
in the hands of
                           the winds of sensuality,
**at the very moment of
                                    efflorescence.

Lie naked with me.
Forget everything, we are
the most important.