An Adoration of Ideas

I read dog-eared books of poetry,

sketching fabric lives, in their fashion, 

As fate, and fortune . . . elaborately free,

threading my truth in wonders. . .

I trace these stories over your palm,

Lace garlands of fragrant thought for your hair,

bowed with glided joy, and lyrical soul.

Humming. . . intimate, warm into your neck,

I adorn the curve of your ear, with an adoration of ideas,

Treasure, plucked from cradled arms, and lettered gods.

A tango of anticipation, swerve my lilting lips,

A pleasurable, rocking, bobbin lathe of words,

Pleasurable for they journey to your eyes.

As I read for you Cielito,

Tie my verse between two Ceiba trees, 

Our serene hammock of swaying contentment. . .

Together, joined in rhythmic discourse,

beneath the heaven of our twilight sky,

known, to only you and I.