You hide
behind words,
beautiful words.
They spin
across the page
genuflect
to love.
You hide
in shadow,
your fiery glow
penumbra
of moon,
any moon
that warms
the chasm
of desire’s
nightly
combustion.
You are
incandescent,
your swirling
lines define
the contours of
my heart
as your fingers
should.
Fortune favours
the brave:
pausing at
sky corner ,
I turn,
& lead
where you
won’t
follow.