Cloister

The scent of her hair

Sails through my veins

I come alive

In the soft cloister of her voice

Fugitive whispers escape her mouth

Shy vows making love with her breath

I try to listen but my grip breaks down

Music and angels give up and go home

I have something so urgent to tell her

I can only say it to her skin

My lips dance across her body

In search of that unthinkable moment

Lips touch and hover in the seconds

Our mouths open and her tongue

Rides into my mouth on a sigh

Light as air and soft as fire