Written Beneath the Skin

I woke this morning fantastic. The window ajar,
I heard the birds on the wire, in the trees

they sang the most beautiful of songs
as sun arrived in splendor, brought dreams of
love and mirth, and for a moment
Spring was here.

I imagined it warmed your hands, fingers that
one day might feel excitement, only to leave me
in a dream-like state, inquisitive, moist,
ever so aware-unclothed.

O love, tell me they will discover all that
I have to render! My thighs
[pushthemselvestogethertightly]
at the thought.
Never have I imagined such magnificence
                and a boy that can
                        make it last forever.

I am completely and utterly in love.

And as fervor slides into the lungs 
like a breath in the rain, everything 
becomes soundless, where even the wren 
find it much too wet to sing.