Mourning doves landing,
Gentle branches— place for wings,
Hawk already there.

In a flower field—
Blue irises, tendril hairs,
Saw her disappear.

Magic flash— her hair,
Deepest red by candlelight,
Forgotten sunset.

At pond she undressed,
Clothes fell as joyful sun rose,
Blushing— twice naked.

Colours hug branches,
Hungry birds patching bare trees,
Wings of winter leaves.

Bird watching, day dreams,
Catered meals, naps, massages,
Another day for cat.

When you touch,
It is withholding.
When you moan,
It is suffering.
When you smile,
It is mercy.
When you laugh,
I am placated.
When you swoon,
I am not there.
When you vibrate,
I only witness.
When you taste,
I only imagine.
When you love,
I am unknown.

Suddenly, she stole—
A kiss, a bliss that made me
Love her forever more.