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.