still, with my body, love: where do i meet you?

i am with my body, still,
as the morning cup of light,
a journey from
wild imagination,
only breath brings me back.

i cup my hand
under my breast,
it is silk with sheets,
a play of shadows,
finger puppets to the dark.

dark memory
with transient wind,
carried to the shore,
my sea shells in pink,
oh lover,
will you be there?

to those places
with winged smoke,
and cool street jazz,
water glass
and fountain fire
impressed upon the scene,
will you dance me there?

i'm to the garden,
soft, supple, moving
particle
of electric light,
to the memory,
it deceives me.

Honey,
oh how i crave,
the saccharine high,
to devour,
such sweet wax
and flower sex,
on my tongue,
dry and sticking,
like love
complicated to the senses.