thinly
the thread I spin entwines
the fraying spider silk
that floats from your gossamer gown
and flies
gypsy moths soaring above the wide sea
upon intricate thermals
conduit chimney siphons
for our soul-scraped friction-heat
exhaling unburned fuel
love’s unconsummated consommé
languidly
patiently
approaching the lower explosive limit
where the smallest spark
or hungry ember
can flash over
ignite the lust saturated atmosphere
carnal combustion
the embodiment of captive passions
effulgence released as borealis’ desire explodes
a light show displayed
upon star dabbled velvet
a magician’s cape
dazzling heaven
sweetly whispering
(I love you)