Each time I say it,
She brushes off my seriousness
With a careless laugh,
But I swear her body
Emanates this enchanting waft
That comes from no other.
It's exclusive, it's divine,
The language of her apocrines,
That's mine,
Just mine to understand.
And if I could, I'd take all that fragrance
In my bare hands,
And securely I'd preserve it,
Immortalizing in my possession,
Her- in all her glory
Her- in all her heat.

Prancing rays of sun,
eager to touch and tickle
wake everything up
from slumber,
filter through
swaying bamboo groves
singing in a divine madness
a love song,
in honor of the couple
lost in sensual yearning,
in their lovely garden,
wrapped head to toe in morning mist.
Lust is far from their mind
and nature through them expresses
its sublime zeitgeist.
Gently the wind pulls her bodice,
exposes one breast, frozen snow like.
Swimming in the waters of
aesthetic languor, she lets
the fingers of sun caress,
turning it to pink.
A glowing wave of zen hits him-
a waterfall from above,
simultaneously  a tornado from within
shaking him for an indefinite time.

you spun out onto my rug
and swung your hair around
your bare feet stood together
as your arms swung out
I could smell your shampoo
as your hair flew by my face
you pulled me up and I fell into you
we knocked the empty bottles all over the place
then ended up face to face
on the floor, laughing
then perfectly in sync
we started singing the same melody
to the song we were listening to
but describing what was currently happening
we did what we wanted to

watching the shadow of the flame dancing on the wall
as the wind pushes through the screen of my window
your head on my chest as we drift into our dreams
then awaken by the sound of the neighborhood roosters crow
yesterday was normal for us but for tomorrow, who knows