Essence, raw resins
Yellow, brown sticky substance
A scent too earthy

Leaves rot in dampness
The summer rains came quickly
-An odd musty smell

We do not question
Beneath canopies, secrets
Deep forests expose

Where would I be without your touch?
Your memory is stunning.  How you respond to me.

And I love tapping your screen!

Can you not feel my happy mouth speak?
Reach with your fingertips.  Seek!

Until all the world falls into exquisite darkness
You will remain my spark.

The velvety richness of you next to me
Is like trying to fill a thimble with the deep blue sea.

It is too much.

I remember when you donned
-your polka-dot dress
And danced the flamenco

Such pretty and delicate hands
-the men who play guitar
Who played flamenco

You are suddenly young again
-the older boys gather
And you dance flamenco