Four of my Pillow Poems to end National Poetry Month ...
When the sun rises,
I become a dewdrop
On a blossom of jasmine
Distilled from your night blooming kiss.
You dig into the rivers of my body,
Sift through pebbles and stones,
To find yourself there, my precious love,
Hands awash of gold.
A sea change:
Low tide recedes, craving.
High tide returns, fulfilling.
The bed where we make love
Is bountiful when empty.
Let my mouth write on you, beloved
For the sake of memory.
My indelible kisses will remain
Etched on your wrinkles,
Traces of words once written
On once smooth skin.