i.
her brilliant eyes--
flashing fireflies that streak
humid nighttime summer air
with their small radiant beams
of fluorescent light
her resplendent hair--
cinnamon tresses that leave
the world around us
with the warm sweet scent
of her radiance.
her fiery lips--
burning infernos that scorch
my heart and soul
with the torrid passion
of her mouth.
ii.
I watch her, in awe
as pearly moonlight washes
over the supple, smooth curves
that make up her body.
She looks back, and smiles
as she dips her feet
into the cool lake water--
a mirror that succumbs to her.
She beckons me, and follow
her lead, an invitation
I cannot refuse, as I
watch her luminous visage.
29 June 1998