You wear a light summer dress
that covers your body
in flowers
that cling
here to a thigh...
...there a breast
that clings
like music
to the curve of a hip. . .
... the little splash of the hem of a dress
as the garden orchestra plays
seducing the hours
until they relent
and make love to the twilight
like humans make love
the kind of love that is made
when one is in love
and I remember this body
dancing now before me
totally in love
with the music
which
calls it...calls it
I remember this body
stepping delicately
from its shower
sighing with closed eyes
as I dried its wet nakedness
patting it dry
bit by bit
loving the big fluffy towelness of it
here a breast...
... there a hip
pausing
to kiss it
bit by bit
your eyes still closed
(a sigh trembling on your lip)
and I dressing
your body
in the flowers
that now in music
sway before me
offering me
its beauty
as it cuts
through time
in time with the music
a hand elegantly here
hair wildly flying there
as night becomes
morning
your voice nuzzling into my neck:
“Oh, darling...darling! ”
Now, in these early hours
I take off your flowers
scattered across a moonlit floor
kiss
here your breast...
... there a hip
kiss
your lips
for hours
