Fortunate Isles

drunk like oil spills on water  

your lips bloom open on mine  

between us the heat, the weight  

body to body, the sea hums  

we drift on petals of longing  

fingers tracing soft gold ribbons  

the sky folds, the sun whispers  

its final warmth into our skin  

caught between time’s fleeting breath  

surrendered to tides of desire  

we wake with salt in our mouths  

earth calling us back to her ash  

but in the dark, we return home  

to the fortress of your mouth  

where kisses weave nets of fire  

and bodies lie whole, unbroken