Shuddering to the peak of a melting release,
my ribs and shoulder blades dissolve
into wax pools
on the sturdy wrap-around porch of your arms.
Breathing simple syrup air of southern rocking-chair swaying, swing me
swooning in dizzy spree, spinning at light speed.
Everything
appears to be standing still -
steaming,
blurred, and
suspended
in the sun's heat.
Staggering
intoxicated off beauty,
pupils pulsing the width of galaxies
shining brighter than any planet, piercing, intent
on absorbing
every fleeting moment,
stretching time's tendrils taught into
slow
motion.
Expanding
the space
sixty seconds
fills,
thickening
richness,
shedding
pretenses,
and
littering them
careless
onto the decomposing blanket
of leaves
pooled at the edges of our naked feet.
Tell me,
that when your eyes close to kiss me
you see sunspots fireworking
in the dark,
that every time you smell lavender
you can ******* skin
warm on your tongue,
that in your dreams
I am the moon
and your celestial body cannot resist my gravity.
And I will reply
that I've been trying
to look into your eyes,
but all I see are stars.