Bliss at Sunset
In your arms I lay
as a moth in its cocoon,
waiting for the spring,
safe from the cold and wind of winter;
Your soft breath warming my back,
your gentle arms around me
protecting my heart.
I turn and taste
the silky hollow of your throat.
My fingers caress
the soft lines of your neck,
tingling in the electric air
that surrounds this heated nest
born of our truth
You inhale sharply,
the only rapid movement
in the rising waves
on our ocean of ecstasy.
You exhale, slow and deep,
a sigh escaping your lips
proclaiming your bliss.
Almost no sound is heard,
into one symphony of senses,
our sprits melt.
Leaving behind our bodies,
we heed no more than the roar
of our splendid colors,
running from the sun.