Fantasy

You most beautiful,
naked in my embraces,
flower petal kisses
drift between our faces.
Thoughts run hard aground
in imagination's shallows:
gripping your ankles,
swallowing your screams,
long hours bewitched
by firm, fathomless dreams.
Twinkling stars swimming
dizzily before our fever
echo the brilliance
of our own fierce endeavor.

— 1993, from Poems