Golden

Interloper
into my mind
Strong arms around me
chains of golden velvet
holding me to my bed
Stranger
in my life
Dark eyes watching me
wicked starlit eyes
holding me to my thoughts
Light
from a fire in the hearth plays
against your skin
golden, tawny, lion-skin, desert-skin
Shadows flicker in your eyes
things I can't even
begin to understand
Beauty, sun-warmed, aching, ethereally solid
takes my breath away
And I've none left to lose when
your hands, big, strong, ruthlessly gentle
draw over my body
designs older than time
Fingers trace a rhythm
breasts, stomach, thighs
light enough
I have to open my eyes
to be sure you're there
You are, and those eyes
shadowed with their own fire
Laughing because I don't trust you
enough not to watch
And I have to explain
with my tripping, tangled tongue
in a language I hardly understand
That if I closed my eyes
I wouldn't see you
your face, body, eyes
So beautiful that I just
(could cry) want to stare
forever and ever
Watching your muscles move
under Saharan hide
Press my hands against your chest
when you hold yourself above me
Press your lips everywhere but mine
teasing, playing
And when you kiss
I almost faint
you take the breath (I've already lost)
My control
My sanity
All that's left is
in the whole world is
in my world is you
When you sleep you hold me tight
safe against you, chest to my back
One arm under my breasts- other hand
splayed across my stomach
Both naked as
even my soul as
even my mind, taught to shame as
the sun over the burning sand.