Between red folds of velvet
I roll you off my tongue
we are swept away in the currents
our passion tender, like water
engulfing everything
rivers flow unseen
in our midnight garden
a sweet petal unfurling
spilling over
to where our sighs have flown
waves returning to the shore
in constant repetition
and here we are, here we exist
like stars exploding
between our fingers
these sparks will catch
into languid, liquid flames
and the moon-shadows deepen
in the fragrant pool of desire
© Ann Bagnall
2012
Annie's Poetry 