NONPAREIL CURIO

my nervous system quakes like a rippling anarchist

at every glancing caress of your warm lodestone hip

the minute tinkling of your gold flecked wrist

washes over me

desire a swirling jasmine scent

carried through the air by tiny Egyptian asps

nipping at my gently flaring nostrils

my body aches for you

throbbing like a distant conga drumbeat

murmuring up and down a lush Polynesian hillside

my dreams of you roll gently from side to side

like an old steam ship on a calm Pacific day

the delicious syrupy feel of myself

inside you 

fades into the thin sheets of violet light

that wake me in the weak winter sun