Two Horizons

In a summer of ennui and youth
One glimpse remains, a lingering still-frame
Murky in the haze of its own languor.

In that strange hour of husky sweet dawn
When the sunlight and starlight entangle,
Quietly I watched you under bed sheets.

Your hips the white mountains of cool satin
Your silver sensation like snow soothed me.
In summer sweat I let myself shiver.

Your wet hair blossomed like some strange flower
Upon the still shores of our crisp pillow.
I buried my eyes against your wet neck.

When you turned the horizon unfolded
Briefly, into milky pools of white sighs.
But the hills slowly tumbled back again.

Could I leave you there in the blushing dawn?
The morning air blanketing you, melting
Your rolling curves? In another day I will.

But as sunlight licked the blue hills outside
I traced my finger on your quiet peaks.
The two horizons blurred in starry sleep.