From behind---

From behind

There’s something about
Rising, falling curvatures
Undulating hair,
Exposed and obvious
There’s nothing hidden or casqued,
Simplicity streams
Beads of sleep glisten
Bounding behind swift-like breath:
Scent of the fresh rest.
I bury my face
There in the forest of those
Reposing tresses
Where my entrancing
Stokes the stove of warm skin
Thrilled by our stirring

©2011 j.a.o.a.