Something brilliant from House of Heart
Drawn by the pull of possibility
I am at war with resistance,
tempted by persuasion and
the dynamic momentum of hands
on taut shoulders.
The gravitational press on tangled knots,
on willowy limbs that succumb to a
black spell night.
Your sighs are kindle to my lips
igniting the perfect fire.
At dawn I am a periwinkle
at your pillow, petals bending
to what is golden.
art by Steve Hanks