I have wandered off the looping trails.
Beneath the canopy I am starved of your love.
I miss the warmth of your kisses upon my glowing skin.
I thirst for your love as it trickles from the darkest recesses of your heart
flowing until it drops off the edge of a weir.
I want to inhabit your unexplored body emboldening myself to traverse
the greatest parts of yourself that you fear.
I would climb the highest trees to see the sun set in your eyes.
As you pull me deeper into you
I am anything but a civilized man.

I have touched an angels unfettered wings.
No face by divination is as heavenly as hers.
Her body is a sacred temple my hands cusped  
I drink in her beauty.
Of mud and clay my love burns like a metal lamp filled with camphor oil.
She is my center.

I want to be the rain that kisses your delicate skin when your caught in a passing summers storm.
The taste on your sweet lips as you look towards the sky in jubilant bliss.
Your clothes taut as I draw you near.
The soft patter on your window pane as you gently fall asleep beside me.

She stands flushed
her cheeks as rouge as the cliffs of Aquinnah.
Along the coast whales bellow in discordant harmony.
She is my secret cove a stillness to weather the vulnerabilities I’m afraid to course.

Through treacherous currents and coral reefs
no sunken Manila galleon holds a treasure far more precious than thee.
Fair maiden
thyn beauty has spoken to me.

On the veranda she calls my name
as sweet as a songbird.
My heart takes flight to grasslands
as hot as a summers night in Barcelona.
The sounds of heavy traffic and city streets drowns in the revelry of her love.

May your loving hands caress my weathered face.
Through heavy rains or wintry storms.
I stand firmly rooted in search of your enduring beauty.