There's certainly something
About the way
your skin
Lays over your bones
Across your shoulders
Around your hips
All down to your toes
Like summer glistening
Till it slides into a glow
I've buried myself
Beneath it, soiled
Ready to grow
Selfish pleasure spread
Across myself and into my pores
I long to be alive
In dreams of your future heart
An illicit vision, recycling itself
In my mind
Your heavy cream blanket
Woven tight with my own
I inhale it like blossoms
Minus thorns it unfolds
This, here, is the textured fabric
Of my smiles
This, here, is the fragrance
Of my love.