Emerald Enigmas

my heart is a sweet lingering ivy, coiling our feet

wrapping our eyes, moving our words across the 

thoughts of our skin. Our vines of caprice caress the barks of our lungs.

Our breath only as strong as papyrus, our touch as flimsy as foliage in the rain.

lazing in purple champagne murmurs, surrendering to gurgles of light.

broad light on warm skin, the thirst has been quenched, drinking sweet pressure

laughing lyrical flowers to one another, caught in a sultry wind 

naturally falling into one another’s embrace, thought, mind’s space.