Emerald embers explode before the eyes;
thick thighs trap time in a capsule
held captive between celestial cells of ceremony,
betrayed beneath a beautiful body of words
wrapped in a mist of reverie.
Millions of miles separate our moisture,
yet I lie wet, sheets licked by liberty.
A breathless lady lights the oil lamp
and begins to write through the lucid night
threading words in search of meaning
that serves the secret of ourselves.
Polar opposites meld.
Opaque, one-eyed monster,
settle yourself to the human touch.
A hundred years lies naked between us,
I will not betray your unfulfilled dreams.
Dim the lights and we will write
together on the breast of wisdom,
and the westering wind will breathe our words
across the waters of eternity.