Chased from every upturned mountain of the past
the erotic curvature of her lower back consolidates
epochs of time into a single earthshaking kiss.
As our lips part
we luxuriously dissolve
like dense flakes of gold
into the river of nectar
that stretches across the blossoming geography
of our exploring fingertips.
of a woman
of a thumping heart
the crispness of this desire
like scent of rain, of Cedar, of Lilac.