Resuscitate

Play coy will you?
As if you have never seen me;
pretend that we did not
just dance the horizontal tango.

Desperate seconds ago
you traced each goose bump,
touched “g’s” delicious spot;

--satiation’s reverberation--

now,

your lips tease,
resuscitate, devour

the faint sigh lingering
on my tongue.

A Kiss…

What I saw in your eyes

was the lilt of a wordless

psalm, a silent cantata.

mesmerized, I rock,

sway to the rhythm

of whispered promises

from your

old spice and pipe-smoke

swirl of cherry civet.

then I purr,

and arc for the moment,

the moment…