Thoughts of You

The sun warms you,
your body leaks,
soaking in jewels,
natural,
the light glimmering, 
dancing,
star-bursts. 

Removing your glasses, 
now, 
you’re as naked as I need you
in this moment.
I watch your eyes,
you mine,
as I drink of you.

I put my lips to your left brow,
just to the side,
above your eye.
My lips part,
my tongue flattens on your flesh.

I taste you.