The light of the Maui moon
The venom of your bite
Lit me inside like fire
Infecting my every inch

Caressing my sunburnt shoulders
Your hands seeking warmth and softness
My hands in your hair and around you
Connected and captivated

Your tongue painted vivid pictures
My back lifted off of our blanket
Sand all around under starlight
The nature of you and me

Emotional ecstasy beaming
Sweat and delirious want
The ocean crashing closer and closer
Moisture thick in the air

I’ll never forget the energy
That flowed so electric between us
I wanted you minute by hour
To be yours naked under the moon

His hands are long,
calloused and inviting.
Scars tell stories,
scattered
across his knuckles.

He has one hand cradled in the other,
tapping and rubbing
his palm
with his fingers.

His mind is a jungle:
heavy, sticky, lush,
challenging to navigate,
surrounded by undecayed green
and unobstructed sea.

“Are you anxious?”
His hands are moving rapidly,
yellow parrotbills
flitting in and out of the tall tree trunks
and violet, epiphytic orchids of his mind.

Turning to face me,
he stretches his lips into a smile.
He assures me that he is fine,
but he doesn’t see any birds.