Grish Davtian: DESIRE

It is green,
It is blue,
Mixture of horizons
In deep sky:
They are your eyes in my sight.

When I catch your glance
It is the ether
Where I get lost,
Serene and peaceful
And inviting as desire.

It is warm... it is hot...
I am breathless:
It is your scent in my gasp.

The moon falls
And scatters gold dust:
It is your hair on my chest.

Your smile ripens sweetly:
It is your lips
I desire to taste.

Glendale, CA

Copyright Grish Davtian, 1999.