river hot blush

I love when you share with me your secrets;

shades of nuance, shifting hues
coursing silently
auroral
ever presence, bedded, there
amidst night coal
unwavering
your eyes

secrets fluid schists of truth
yours, ephemeral

in lay, of whispering mists, a bower
darkly raging torrents hide
rise inexorably, cry out
command

subside
in turn to offer, bared
expanses white, pure murmurings
in bights of silken strand

telltales bleed, your mystery, swathed
bidding me, willing, me

to grasp
as though I twist and bind
the fingers of my hands
into your hair

with ease, or so it seems

you pass, sylphen
as a breeze
no origins to end, no trace
but that of passage self, a memory

remains

evaporate,
upon my skin in sequined brace
of capture,
calling
of your need,
in mirrored sheen source destine,
seen, by you, to run

shared with you your secrets;

in a river
hot blush, across your skin