Love Poem

You have dimples
where the light catches your breath.
Night eyes full of golden fields.
Hands that are buttercups beneath my skin.
I lift you up in prayer
and your legs flow around my mouth.
You are the wind-dancer that moves my landscape.
You hold my heart under your dress
and I am the deep root of your desire.
I have become only an invitation to your lips.
I lay down in the place where your feet walk.
I paint pictures of your travels over me.
You are female like a valley full of flowers.
You are the tornado in the daisy.
If you come close
and lay your cheek next to mine
I am just your poetry.
I become gossamer over your skin,
every pore of me opens to be your entrance.
I am a broken lock for your fingers.
You have dimples
where the light catches your breath.