​two eyes
​gel-glossy globes, slit-thin and
crimson-rimmed and spider-webbed
from terpene-topped tokes of
sweet sensi smoke,
green grass grown gas -
inhale. now
feel the verve, now voluminous,
now vibrating in your veins
now buried in blood and bone
now settled atop soft skin
now, I understand
why I get lifted off your lips
why your finger tips
feel like a god
is making music through you
and I am muse
and melody
and microphone
all in one.
i thought it was the weed
but
it's your love that gets me high.

​There's so much sexy in our skin.
Something sensuous about the way it
radiates lifetimes
of sunshine absorbed.
There is celestial romance
inscribed in our hues,
myths and fables and folklore
of erotic affairs under the
cloak of the cosmos.
We make love in stardust
whenever our skins touch.
Me, melanin-soaked mocha,
and you, earthy mahogany,
with a kiss of
midnight.
We are animal and superhuman,
dangerous and divine,
from nowhere near here yet
still very much so of Earth.
For when we are entangled,
we are sunshine
and dust,
and wave, 
and storm,
and lava.