Morning Kiss

Take me into the middle of the night

And I will kiss you morning,

Painted the sound

Of my palms,

As they hint a dawn

Like fire on flesh,

Palms falling to strike flames,

At the same time as I empty my lungs

Towards your waiting mouth.

Each side,

Dipped and curled

To silhouette your arms,

As you rewrite umber hours

Into hues of nakedness.

Permit me shimmy

Throughout your shoulders,

Tender swallows sipped backbone,

Huffs caught the tie

Of purple ribbons,

Keeping you in opposition to

Heated hips.