I want only, now, to rest amid the folds of you, to savor now your taste and sounds
To be your canopy and together
To extend ourselves, together now, out in to an unplanned afternoon, pull fruits from it like apples in autumn, feast on each other
This whole afternoon
Entrusted to an ocean’s turn where, your eyes, I own their brightness and what they see along the shadowy lines of my tender back
And you bowing
Tracing out what next you’ll kiss