resurrection/counterpoint

Listen

as the flowers of the night release their scent

What lovers do they draw

when all the world lies sleeping?

your mouth, your skin, your essence

taste like rain, clean, like dew

or that minute drop of honeysuckle nectar,

so fleeting

that you wonder if you tasted at all

yet sweetly satisfying

At times

the molten sun pours down from incandescent sky

Clouds pooled like spilled silk

in shades of pearl and grey

shadows shifting dark and light

then like smoke you disappear

absorbed into the clear air

no one can hold you

intangible

as the last ray of light at sunset

haunting the edges of my dreams

a glance away, you are gone

breath of your scent

the only sign

you were ever almost in my arms

This desolate land is blooming

Dreams growing Wild

The blood humming in my veins

Like a bass line played by magic fingers

you ever keep me wanting more

elusive devastatingly elusive

you are

and i have yet to know you well enough

to catch all your waves

Listen

To the music in your Soul

And walk across the desert

With me