Heat-filled Night

Oh sweet surrender…

Drops of your love stain

my lips like raspberry sorbet.

The kind we ate on the boardwalk when we

first held hands.

You caressed my palm,

aching to be touched and moist with angst,

with your rough fingertips,

sending fire up my spine.

My personal Kundalini awakening.

My eyes are primed for a new view

when I look at you.

Your lashes flirt with me,

drawing my body closer to yours,

though you say you're merely looking my way.

"Don't lie."

I mouth, knowing you want my love, too.

Sweat dances down my back as

warmth fills the space between us.

Embrace.

Your mouth tastes of tequila and salt,

a nod to this humid Yucatecan evening.

I look up and count three bright stars.

One for you;

potent and brimming with hope.

One for me;

wondering where this ride will take us.

And one for this evening;

this heat-filled night.