sweet

Let my eyes rest on you
and never need see again
Let my dreams drift
into thoughts of your smile
and need not wake again
Let me capture your attention
For a tenth of a minute
and need not anything again

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name

The peach that bruises
with lightest touch
is sweet and cool
delight
which melts on tongue
to rejuvenate
flesh and flame of soul

Strawberries
dipped in cream
dripping off
the slow and succulent curve of
the red berry
Waiting to be torn
between sharp white teeth
To let sweet juices trickle
down a soft smooth chin