there are stories in your eyes,
whole histories reflected there in the moonlight.
you smell of rain and amber,
and a place i have only visited in dreams.
within you, a burning book i long to read.
i am seared by the words i tease from your skin;
a sensual serpentine script still smouldering.
i pull cries from your lips copper bright in the gloom;
the seeds of poetry, darkly welling.
even your sudden silences fall from you like holy beads-
i gather them up and let them run through my fingers,
like quicksilver like starlight-
learning, memorizing, cherishing all the facets of your meaning.
cupped in my hands as dawn kisses us both; the runes of love; the alphabet of desire.