i
that koan robe of yours
fits as well as
wings on an
angel.
how gently it
hangs from your
shoulders. how
sweetly it follows the
contours of your
form. so softly
the silk brushes the
flesh. it is in
love.
-
ii
how sensuous.
before &
after the
shower
first
the anticipation
then the
wet skin &
steam.
it joins in the happiness
of your bare
feet & dripping
hair blushing
with the aura of your
smell.
celestial blue.
incendiary green.
what is the sound
when one heart
beats?