When I think of your kisses,
golden and multiplying,
like the sun as it sets and trickles
along the horizon north and south,
you seem to me just like the bright wings
of light skimming in flight over field and forest
with slow smooth fingers of copper fire.
And somehow it is then when I close my eyes
to let my other senses implode with your sunset touch
that I feel hued to the brilliance you bring,
filling my horizon with a rainbow sky response
to the way you settle upon me so easily
such that grace becomes golden and so I am
eager Icarus melting with arms outstretched
welcoming the flame that sets into my skin.