May the dusk cloak drop,
quickly quench the sparks of this
consuming waiting.

Tenderness profuse
in warm words whispers - skim the
silk lines of your lips.

Full
August moon
ignites the blues
stealthily ascending into indigo
night.

Desires dazzlingly
trace patterns amongst sapphire
hues - blueberry moon.

How naturally
you disclose your sensitive
self to my shyness.