The path to loving you is strewn
with fevered stars and harvest fires
that journey through my evening muse.
I gaze at the only photograph
of you I kept.
Your eyes…eclipse my trembling
persona
A souvenir?
Of  temptation?

Yes, I suppose you were,
for I found you-
or did you find me?
aqua blue
eyes and charcoal brown
met one another.
Dimensions unfolded
ah, yes, the
emotional butterflies
spun around the inside of my belly.
For once you came in search of
those primitive waters
and awakened tiny buds
and so…..

I think of you...
Passion fell unrestrained,
uninhibited.

Awaken me once again?

No, you are only a photograph.

Oh, how I loved you!

My erotic scent takes flight
to reach you, find you, embrace you
and drift from a whisper
of “I love you.”

But no, my love, you are now-
only a photograph
but I cried in climax
and I become now, a blurred memory.
I released the inner child and I
remember the warmth,
and for that I thank you!

Though, I deny the almond milk of my lust,
frame you in a shimmering pool,
I remain a withered seed
trapped in moist earth.
And now?

I am brought to my knees
to wait
for an unobtainable moon
Oh!    Lamenting, cruel light….
search me,
assemble me,
move me
from the forbidden distance
of your image.