torch

I like my body when
it is under you, skin luminous
with morning -

balmy kisses move
over giving flesh.
You trail down, holding

a candle in long-fingered hands
dripping wax and spilling light
flush lips.

I love the way you bend and blush,
with heatjoy...
Taking you like summer takes spring into

shaking hands
always reading futures
of spilled wax and guttered light--

hands that know
how to comfort
when I

am burning
under
you.