Our Flesh Flowers At Dawn

Body—wet, alive, bare—my pre-dawn lake swim, she waits.

Wry smile, she towels me, wraps my tangled hair.

Legs open—dawn glows; her inhibitions dissipate.

A fragile bird—her caress. Eyes fill, we stare.

Wry smile, she towels me, wraps my tangled hair.

A stroll—cool wind kisses thighs; sun drinks her sweet face.

A fragile bird—her caress. Eyes fill, we stare.

She dips into sky’s breath—her pulse feeds wet lace.

We stroll—cool wind kisses thighs; sun drinks her sweet face.

I free her lace, scarred moths escaping dawn’s light.

She dips into sky’s breath—her pulse feeds wet lace.

Dawn, brutal—body truths: blemish, passion’s appetite.

I free her lace, scarred moths escaping dawn’s light.

Dragonflies orbit our sighs—air gorged with heat’s shower.

Dawn, brutal—body truths: blemish, passion’s appetite.

A frog laps our wetness—voyeur as our flesh flowers.

Dragonflies orbit our sighs—air gorged with heat’s shower.

Violet butterfly—long, deep kiss, her silken breast.

A frog laps our wetness—voyeur as our flesh flowers.

As morning savors our night, we build love’s nest.