We Seasons

i. summer.
my heat is your heat is the heat
rising like a stubborn morning
fog from my curves are your lines
are the intangible borders that
make us a nation of two, of my mouth
tight on your slick skin as your moans
are my chills are the other sound
while the afternoon birds trill

ii. autumn.
you leave me to tingle, splayed on
the bed with the sharp breezes caressing
the close-cropped hairs, and I await
the decay of your patience with none
of my own; fall over me, suck the
breath from my eager lungs and take
your fill of kisses from my waiting lips

iii. winter.
we are the dark Heart of warmth
in a frigid room - Foreheads grinding
and Eyes unwavering - the ferocity of Bears
stirred from shivering slumber to Mate.

iv. spring.
I undulate into wakefulness, done playing at
death, ready for the stink of life; I toy
my nipples across your impossibly smooth
arms and let the imprecise wriggling of love
awaken you until you thrust your good morning beautiful
into my I love you handsome.