I Die into Your Eyes

I stare through this world

to enter my mind as words….

no longer story book

we lept from the page

ink and all!

Our countenances inverted in the pupils of our eyes

more beautiful than Mona Lisa's upside down smile

as we stare

till glossy glaze

becomes tears,

grow faint

and eyelids flutter as butterfly wings.

I drink from the fountain in the center of your garden

flowing from between your legs

As I euphorically recall

the way your tush

tosses your skirt

rock and roll

gives way to hip hop,

freestyle of a felicitous cadence.

Pure dope is a sober orgasm

manifest from love.

And what you said to me

hushed naked in our bed

sweating under sheets

“I don't want to share you…

even with your past”.

May it die, too.

Tavius Dyer 8/11/11