Afternoons were made
By a lazy hand
Calling us to stop
Daytime chores
Evening is still
Far away
Gates and posts
Herald a waning day
Isis has passed over
Just as the wind plays with
Kites across the stream
Landing them on shores
Moonscapes pull at desires
Needs surface beckoning
Our spirits together
Please approach me
Quickly while I am
Relaxed in anticipation
Stretched languidly across the bed
Testing how muscles play
Under a sheen of sweat
Visualizing your hands across my hip
Waist spanned by your fingers
Xylophones play in the eaves
Your music of lust uniting
Zion to earth
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