Nude In The Mirror Poem by RIC BASTASA

on a cold night
blood rushes in my head

lust blushes
and love says it cares

and ask that
we be tender and gentle to this

hugs and kisses
bodies rubbing and hands caressing

playing the music of desire
on the piano keys of the body

trembling at first and
then softens to give in to the dance

of love
eyes closed one sees the color of the world

beyond the imagination of light
the wind knows

what the dark night is adoring
mutuality, respect and openness

and then the closeness
breathtaking

a series of explosions
unhindered by your warm touch

and licks and fullness
of tongues unspeaking but

understanding the need and the
flight of two souls

fusing as one and then melting
flowing like syrup of honey

on the side of the glass
dip and sip and swallow the most

beautiful moment and then
the satisfying fullness of silence

sweet so sweet