Pulchritude

Child of nature
The skyline trapped in your eyes
Wrapped in a blanket as I’m wrapped round your finger

My finger trembles
It searches your cheek
And gathers endless tresses behind your ear

Whispers into an ear
Marvelous wonderful sounds
Escape from the smallest space between gemstone lips

Your lips are vanguards
They rouse and stir the rest to wake
A sudden dance of limbs releases a sylphlike hand

Breathtaking touching of hands
Lead me up the dreamy ascension
To immerse my body in the comfort of your nature