Eternity is the immortal
soul-kiss of your body
pressed upon my hand
aphrodisiac whisper
residue of rainbow, perfumed
hue between my fingers.
Tomorrow I’ll question whether
the scent is yours or mine,
forget the world for a moment or two.
Right now, there are chimes
and bells strung on this
tightrope that binds us
this fragrant silk web
pathway of angels
colored ripened rose.
DQ 04/5/07
