New Love Poem

Her legs in my life, a love at the
skin night
and day.

Conversing with flesh, a light
violet
now found,

last conjured today; moons
eternal, moons as alive waxen,

perpetuity of our spiriting sense:

this seasoned morning. A
believe-once-
old-new-world;

loving on her new skin.

Reach, her grasp inside blue light
interrogating hearts upon
these

unappeasing fingers,
unpressed, miles like her new touch
surrounding my new
play,

in company:

our extensive glow–

space, a soundless heat, the
shaving chest
inscribed the bellows

of breathing rib, new objects–
gesticulating, set in memory’s
store;

receipt of our cast-iron apple
cinammon seed:
my opened mouth, my wild
solitude.

I inhale. Bowed now in full, her
smiling quenched.