For Janika

How do you meld with my soul from so far away
in darker lands of restless night and seldom day?
Your beating pulse so close and warm
shivers me like a humid storm.

Yet so distant your body's lore,
that tangible projection
of your soul's silk pour,
beams me affection
in brilliant perfection
like a lighthouse calling ashore.

I plot my direction
and there I stare
at a star, a pulsar
calling, taunting me to explore

O' you breathe a norther over my skin
and pucker it up for a gentle kiss.
Blow me just another once more
to flutter across to my shore...

© January 20th, 2008