deep below the erotic ornamentation of her floatingly abundant
fairy hair and pagan maiden skirt,
an overlooked tiptoe peeps out, the delicately arching sole
following its languid curve to a precise point.
i eye this graceful and sultry female foot
pressing my subtle hand into your swooning hip
you keep your hard face church-straight
but i am not fooled.
with my whole body i tell you what i think about
this barefoot glimpse
naked as a rose,
as a blushing belle epoque breast,
i direct your gaze to her ankle with the whisper of my fingers.
i pretend to be so raptly trapped in her silken charm
that you drop your guard
and give yourself to being enveloped in her billowing sparkle,
leaving me a precious perfect moment
to steal a kiss like a diamond from your rose petal earlobe
and watch the beloved flush rush lovingly across, over, and into
your shyly desiring cheek.

you breathe a sweet sigh that curls back luxuriously around us.
the paltry steam of your tiny breath swells in the still gallery atmosphere
and becomes a surrounding cloud,
an impossible perfume,
the scent of legend, lust, and cool, honest tenderness
settles on the patient lips of the two eager mouths
that we cannot keep apart a moment longer.