Your hair is spread across our pillow
Like tongues of blue-black fire.
Your face is composed and dignified,
Your lips are full and brave.
Your eyes embrace the world’s depths,
Your cheeks are proud and bold.
Your skin is wheat, your forehead high,
Unblemished and unfurled.
Your breasts are tender offerings,
Your smile affirms desire.
You are singing silent songs, my friend,
Singing silent songs of intimacy and love.
From my debut poetry book, Sunburst Woman and other poems about intimacy, which is now available on Amazon.