She stalks me.
She haunts me
With her eyes, her hair,
Her freckles, her smile,
Her lips, her tongue,
Her scent, her breath.
Through the tall grass she follows
And plays with me.
She follows be down, down, down into the silken curtains of my soul.
She lifts me up, up, up to that place of sky and bliss and wonder.
She holds me there. I am breathless. Aching. Helpless. Alive. Waiting.
And with the slightest brush of her breath,
She tips me over into the void - where stars wheel and all lost.
She drops me into resolution - gushing hard, jerking helplessly,
Trembling wildly back into her world and into her embrace.
And then she holds me and loves me into sleep. Safe. Sound. Content.
I dream in her arms. I dream of her eyes and her love. I am caught. I am hers.
