One frozen kiss
bounded by ebony locks
parted me a curtain.
To show a heart embossed
and harp of thousand mouths.
Tempest in soul beauty
and wet canvas.
Her
velvet gaze
and stars a-maze.
Speaking from black caverns
and tied in bows of legs kicking
our hearts bounce from one to another.
Her tongue lists on and searches
climbing mountains and leaping lurches.
And hands
that ivy and echo across my body forever.
Two lovers trapped in eyes
freed by naked flowers.
Neither dies
but lives the others hour.