Ephemeral

[melodicinkysin]

You stare at me, your feathered

pupils pulsating in the hum

of sticky breath.  Your brows

pleat deep into mares of skin,
freckle peppered in mulchy hues.
I cannot reach your leafy
limbs, your tiers of tender plum
and greening skin.
So fold, twist and burn until--
like a match head set ablaze--
we glide across our cedar plank,
veins deep in murmurs
of climax and the flicker
just before
we are smoke.