if i never hold you
if i never kiss you
then perhaps one day
when we leave this world
we shall become as two silver clouds
riding on the wind
and be part of every
sunrise and sunset

the fragrant fallen blossoms
have passed me by
i closed my eyes
for a moment
and thought of you

there is skin
then there is fire
must i burn to touch you.
if holding you brings flames
then i will be consumed
until my phoenix of desire
rises from the ashes
to be engulfed
again and again

sat sat quietly sipping tea
from a porcelain cup
her head ever so slightly
tilted to the side
with a fixed gaze looking
past the sun lit window
as if someone she knew
would be coming
rising from her chair cleaning the table
save for one cup and saucer
which now glimmering
in the rising sun
showed a tiny web
of unknown time

the sweet smell of
night blooming jasmine
fills the room of lovers
intoxication of senses
grasps my soul
as my lover grasps skin
i am lost

oh swan curved neck
slow descent to the shoulder
and on
kisses placed gently in rhythm
as swans upon water
lips like wings
gliding over the velvet surface
till the last ripple
has left the
heart shaped lake

with her back arched
head tilted upward
and eyes opened to the heavens
at that moment
she saw stars
and only the universe exploded
as two worlds melted
becoming one