he smells of summer

and he tastes like fall,

washes his hands in winter's chill.

spring is his beauty; a robe draped

over the back of a naked chair.

his hands on my body:

soft as rain and powerful as thunder.

his voice chimes in my ear;

the sweetest sound! his gift, my curse.

darling sunshine baby,

gumdrop of my lovestruck eyes!

hold me like the sky

clings to each and every star.