You are the
candle kissing and
caressing my dark
You are my balm
mingled with music
You are my song
that ends and begins
on my lips
Each of your kisses
a little miracle
all on its own
Each touch
a parable
all on its own
Today she showed
me a story
for she is at play
as I watch
The heat grows
between my eyes
and her fingers
She couldn’t stop
even if she wanted to
She became a cloud
gathering low in my sky
and the deluge of sin
whispering soft
upon my wet pages