Encounter

On this whispered night,
    lying secret between a cool spring breeze
and a deep crimson quilt,
    your weightless kisses float across my face —
my cheeks, my eyes — and tickle the very
    corners of my curling breath.

Red brush strokes blossom across each silken curve
    as roaming petals dance and explore
the small of your back, and we tumble and fall
    within the rich folds of color
until dew seasons every finger of grass
    and birds' songs float and mingle with new light,
refracting through a green and smiling world.