Seasoned Lovers

I cup your cocoa hands. Dripping
Eyelid-kisses melt like ice. We rub
The late-night embers in our cheeks,
Open our eyes to twinned morning-smiles
Rising, stretching like sloths
In the warm, honeyed morning.
I watch the sun-glad pools
Glisten in your eyes and feel how easy
Summer comes about
The sweltering thighs, the beaded neck
and collar. Still, we linger

for a humid mind. The air chokes
on the question - how will I warm
your ice-cracked hands
when the leaves melt,
And the roots stretch south,
and we are caught
In winter?