Narcissus

soft

like the love made to ivory keys by pale fingers

and the whispering caresses of a dying sun

trailing secrets locked in moonlit gazes

as I drown in the lake of your twilight blazes, my narcissus

how could the treacherous pink of those rosebud lips not

entice me to leap into your smouldering abyss

of wild thoughts leaping between the lily pads of our minds and

the nectar swirling fantasies behind your eyes

a crazed voice in the wilderness of questions

beckoning

only to me

your hands all over me

tender tongues and hair sparked with the electricity

found in this alcove of treasures

we uncover at night and let shimmer under the stars of our enchantment

mesmeric you are

and I waste away in the magic of your reflection.