Skin

My skin crawled far and wide
As long as Horizon’s reach,
Under your wise fingers touch,
Clouds against a loving endless sky.
The sun of your piercing eyes
Shot quick across the land of my body
Drawing in my attention,
A lonely sunflower in a
Seemingly barren pasture;
I was intently counting the tide down,
Watching the hand of your light
Slip gleaming, delicately,
over the billowing clear blue waves
Of my sandy tan thighs;
My palms, tall and green,
Fluttering their goodbyes in
The reflection of your Light’s direction
As you fell further and further
Over the needy horizon beyond…
Did your beseeching pleasure suffice,
Or was it too much?
Against a skin that is too old, too wise
To put aside the destruction, alas,
Smothering sheets of the past
To yet once again understand the
Intentions of a purely and hopefully
Offered pillow of the present,
To lay down My weary head upon,
Until I awaken next to you in dawn,
When the tides have once again begun
To pull up the sun, and push down the moon,
I whip the sheets away from us,
We, in our particular universe.