Like a lover’s embrace
the night air surrounds me,
tantalizing skin still warm
from the sun’s kiss.
The smell of the mimosa tree
intoxicates, while the dance
of its delicate pink blooms
hypnotizes me.
I walk to the end of the dock,
and drop my toes into
the silvered waves,
making glistening splashes
in the moon’s light.
Before his steps echo
on the redwood planks
I sense his approach,
the hairs on the back of my neck
sending shivers of anticipation.
His hand brushes my shoulder
fingers spreading gently,
seductively.
No words are spoken
as I rise, move to him.
His lips, soft, full of passion
cover mine.
I hear the pleading moan,
surprised to find it emanates
from my own throat.
To the darkness under
the mimosa tree we dance,
then fall among the feathery blossoms.
Our heat rises above us
carrying our lovers’ cries
out over the sparkling lake.
I am lost in him,
drowning,
hoping never to be rescued.