By the Faint Shine of Garden Lights

Feathers rained down,
falling like a soft, warm snow
tickling you into happy sneezes;
leaving you breathless with giddy.
And I will breathe you in.

We have dimmed the lamps,
with sheer, maroon scarves,
& midnight blue curtains.
We have left the bright lights off,
only to watch our desire
dance by the faint glow
of hanging garden bulbs;
miniature orbs, dressed in tissue paper
with beautifully modest marks
painted on.

I see you. Luckily,
I see all of you; through these frames
that are too over sized for my face.
Every dip,
every curve,
every line,
every inch of you
shyly boasts beauty
under this mild
flattering light.

You feel like cashmere,
head to toe-
inviting,
warm,
soft,
precious.
I feel like a Christmas gift,
the way you look at me;
unwrap me with careful haste,
for my heart beats inside.

c.marie