your changing moods
like shifting currents,
the sparkle of your eyes like
sun diamonds on peaceful water.
I love the dark somber mantle
of a reflected moon in your dark hair,
a midnight lake of cascading curls
that eddy about my ears when you
look down at me,
and the loam smell of your bare skin
an autumn leaf
with a spring,
drifting away on your
beauty like rivers.