Settle baby
you are not the sun,
although I would love
to rise with you daily,
and grace my nights with
your descending warmth.
You are more
like the moon,
when the white orbs
of your eyes ascend
to gaze on me and
pull my lips like the tides,
to the silky curl
of your kisses.
Nothing mars
my vision of you,
the Goddess Venus
pales in comparison,
The Mercury in
my blood rises
to a bursting point,
and the very Earth
beneath my feet
quivers at your touch.
So settle baby,
close to me
in the long
shadows cast
when the sun
chases horizons,
for you are much
hotter then any star.
let me bask
in your warmth
as a fingernail moon
grips the emptiness above,
let me delight in
your fullness below.
