Selena by Albert Aublet (1851-1938)
The glow of affection
shining in your eyes
burns my skin as it
trails from lips to heart.
Summer dreams threaten
ice winking against window panes
as our bodies return to ecstasy
written in silhouettes on July sand.
January wind blows through
brittle limbs arguing it owns the moon,
but Diana debates its frosty assumption
with ribbons of heat gifted from Luna’s veil.
Passion pulses our flesh in waves stolen
from Bali’s sea…Yesterday breaches
the chilled walls that encircle us
urging today to write its own autobiography.
©Susie Clevenger 2016