Rings
she purrs in silent slumbermoonlit hair flowing
like some ancient, sacred river
velvety rising and falling
of belly and breasts
form tiny, magic rings of love
floating to the rafters
filling the room
the house…the space
in my heart’s darkest chamber
as i slide ‘neath the sheets
kiss her soft perfumed cheek
tears well my wondering eyes…
how could god wrap such beauty
in so frail a package
Spring, Texas ‘90