Man on Deck

Too soon to speak of love,

too new to talk of trust,

no time for tempting promises,

just dancing, ribbons and lust.

Drawing water from your eyes

and several other places,

whispered whisker’s words

and nimble finger’s graces.

Endless nights in your wake

and many more still coming,

a knight to claim a stake

and send the furies running.

Morning sunshine’s window

clear and bright and stark,

sleepy lover’s pillow, she says,

“wake me when it’s dark”