precipice of loving

Shower steam steals my sly glance
her eyes locked to the tasks, do not regard
my  smile as it  grows and glows

I pass to leave her to ritual; tinkles of glass
and counter tap-taps like distant tympani's
to a soft symphony of gathering moods and sounds

As I rest  in a chair staring into my thoughts
drifting away from the precipice of loving
I ride a tide of Miles and memories
and my body begins to speak its ease

so accustomed  to this prelude to joy
time slows into candied bites, and mind flash
i see through a  prism of skin and sensation...

She flows into the dim light,
my eyes and the warm room caress
the blossom of her breasts and
the bloom of her swaying hips

this soft silhouette, wings open
the spirit within rises to flight, my Lover
fills this  night, wearing only her love
and the need for more and more love