NOT SO FAR AWAY

"Not so far away, a hundred stars . . ."

NOT SO FAR AWAY 

Not so far away,
a hundred stars upon
your lips danced.
I could melt each one.

Your hair aglow in Auburn
flame; the wind tossed it
with jealous fingers.

Your eyes puddles of simmering
delight - pulling me in, to
bathe in their iris depths.

Skin so fair, light reflected
off your chiseled face.
I, who drank from your touch-
You, drunk from my grace.

I was in wonder, then,
as we loved well into a reckless morn:

Yes, you were inside of me
its pain and pleasure makes me
now weep; forlorn

But more than that, and of dreams
my longings could never keep –
you consumed my very Soul:

Its taste now upon your impish palate –

Tell me forever, was it sweet?