That Afternoon

By Nikki Quismondo

You are, A fanatical star, shooting through my purple ways
you, ever so ready, the opening of a cool doorway,
the spiral time zone that encircles my heart,
always, a tender smile; a warm invitational.

Only the two of us will know of the fragility,
hypnotizing its honey for sweetness in our tropical splendor,
the secret getaway of a mystic tunnel made for two
that is why your skin, your stomach requires vanilla smoothing

Here, in the room, your eyes change my destiny
your voice sounds of afternoon delights,
we glide our feet against the smoothness,
intertwining of legs and the silent collection of pleasure