tangled hierarchies
arlene
fevered breast
and I am stolen to courtyard
bare of foot, bereft of sleep
where only cool of marbled touch
may quell this burning flesh
supplanted on the ground.
a sound!
cool marble solace shattering
sound
who there?
none
but silence wafting
jasmine calm
across the mantle of night
to soothe in tangled branches
held to breast.
a face! your face!
as I in act of intimacy shattered
by your eyes am caught
in night blooming branches
of Love's desire
that You and I are One.