thoughts of my wife on wednesday

your eyes leave me
mad drunk and painted red
by dreams of once-innocent

I yearn to touch your
cheek, your
lashes, your
chin,your
arm, your
hair...


my tongue swells too big for
words

... silence
... heartbeats
... memories

as your lips envelope
mine.

young lover's whisper about
moonlight.
the scent of desire
bleeding need
the taste of snowflakes

but we rage on
hope

we careen across the
landscape

with hell's fire in our
hearts

we blaze across the salt
and dust of death

until we stand alone against
another perfect dawn

a bugle call to arms
and legs and wild sex