You swallow
the lemon drop
sun
and inculcate twilight
like an ocean wave
across the summer firmament,
undulating with swaths
of tangerine-pink-amethyst
ribbons
fading into fuzzy, blue-cured black,
rippling
with fireflies,
crickets on call,
guttural toads
belching
on a stream of
steam,
stars pulsing,
the moon
hung like an ornament,
dangling low,
the breeze surrendered,
suspended,
pregnant,
anticipatory,
stop gapped
like corked champagne,
as you wend your magic
through my open window,
your permeating esse
infusing me,
lazy and limp,
with the tap
of salt
on my lips,
viscid sweat slides
like seduction,
perfume of peonies
hovering in necromancy,
summoning me
to embrace
like a lover
your mythology,
passion,
potency,
unfathomable
power.