of sky and skin

waiting, i am waiting…to touch beauty so far from me.
her spirit near me in stolen, secret seconds now frees
the cosmos from prefigured form. in mystic motion she flees
the doubting spheres born deep inside the holes of me.
how moves such enchantment that no one dare explain its power?
it spirals like sinuous seizures unfolding fully flowered
from dreams of the me, of which, i hope…i seek…i sigh…i see.
i lie across a mystic expanse in dewy tonality to amply seed
love’s lucent arising unfurled from falcate, celestial seas.
a chemistry of sky and skin dance, covertly configuring
icons erotic. nude darkness unsheathes to steel love sabering
athwart seamless beams, floating unseen upon vast tears of air.
imageries thread vaporous webs, snaring flares of luring lairs.
she in airless rooms commands the mind of matter’s breaths
to forge true love from crevices now veiled by crouching crests.
dreams rippling with tempered hope map well the skyward trace
of hidden, blue brooks and secret swells. ascend to places
hewn from cliffs of silky clouds, building love now wise.
far away,two hearts do rend everyday until the sun doth rise.
far away,love spheres transcend the blue in airy disguise.