melt

around the corner
in my mind’s eye
sits a house with white shutters
and three small porches
where I sit
sipping Malbec
while Coltrane croons,
where I swim in your eyes
and in the velvet of your voice,
where I whisper
dark secrets and dreams
from my past
while you caress my arm
with the tip of your finger,
where you trace my lips
with the edge of your thumb
and cup my cheek
to draw me close
for a tender kiss,
where I melt
in that which is you