Flowers for the void
Sliding along the length of your back
caressing high mountain meadows
long as the breeze
soaring, lost in the aroma
the wild flowers of your being
sunlight glinting
through my hair, my eyes, my heart
homo luminous, wings unfurling, tremulously
through your glades
to swoop and delight, in every fold and mossy spring
every tender mound and shadow and quiet resting place
till your loveliness blooms under starlight
desert flowers, kissed by the dew
feet pressed lovingly to earth
thus, leaning into the arc of time, the infinite
Heleanthus gazing toward the moon
we embrace
in heavens breath
flowers, for the void