She follows close behind. Those silver anklets ringing Against the ladder steps.

Her throat, blue with love-bites, Sometime repeats what I Whispered in her mouth.

The only things constant Between us: desire for each Other, desire for silence.

Lifting her dark aureoles To my lips, she pretends An innocence of intent.

Lying on the bed, semi-nude, Delicacies on a green banana leaf, She mocks my hungry fervor.

She hums back a few bars Of song I was writing down. Even parrots don’t have Such brilliant red mouths!

Just before twining of limbs, She holds my wrist to see How much longer I can wait.

Some nights, waking up to Thunder, when I see her leg Thrown over mine, I think It must also hide lightning.

Going from corner to corner, Sweeping, when she passes By me at the window, a caress With just the curve of her hips.

She lies open, a book with pages curled, All the lines sketch a history before time. The only color I see, glistening red, Is when I open her to the cold air.