It is green, It is blue, Mixture of horizons In deep sky: They are your eyes in my sight.

When I catch your glance It is the ether Where I get lost, Serene and peaceful And inviting as desire.

It is warm… it is hot… I am breathless: It is your scent in my gasp.

The moon falls And scatters gold dust: It is your hair on my chest.

Your smile ripens sweetly: It is your lips I desire to taste.