All at Once

The night air is close

               like jasmine tea,

petals pressed in leaves of musty books,

              wistful spun silk.

You

rise like a luminous,

              distant planet

And I blanket myself

over some falling

                   stream,

as you paint the night sky

on my face,

tracing ancient lace trails

with each soft breath;

A sonic gesture

            telling tales

                  of fealty and desire.

Circles into circles,

        a thin weave of skin

Small leaves

        Some drift of acanthus.

Slow rain drops

                 Intently.

Green grey

               The wind.

Your hands press

               Against me,

Dropping my

              Stacked shoulders,

My solitude,

              all at once.