You wear a light summer dress
that covers your body
in flowers

that cling


here to a thigh...
...there a breast

that clings
like music

to the curve of a hip. . .
... the little splash of the hem of a dress

as the garden orchestra plays
seducing the hours

until they relent
and make love to the twilight

like humans make love
the kind of love that is made
when one is in love

and I remember this body
dancing now before me

totally in love
with the music

which
calls it...calls it

I remember this body

stepping delicately
from its shower

sighing with closed eyes
as I dried its wet nakedness

patting it dry
bit by bit

loving the big fluffy towelness of it

here a breast...
... there a hip

pausing
to kiss it

bit by bit

your eyes still closed
(a sigh trembling on your lip)

and I dressing
your body
in the flowers
that now in music
sway before me

offering me
its beauty

as it cuts
through time

in time with the music

a hand elegantly here
hair wildly flying there

as night becomes
morning

your voice nuzzling into my neck:
“Oh, darling...darling! ”

Now, in these early hours
I take off your flowers

scattered across a moonlit floor

kiss

here your breast...
... there a hip

kiss

your lips

for hours