Drunk on heavenly amber

That ancient yellow gem

of the earth wafting 

from his neck dancing 

for a moment away 

from the world of 

linear progressions.

I could not turn away

and brushed his sweet 

lips with my own

into a union with 

the whirling scent

of sunshine together.

With nothing to lose

expectations grow

running head on

my desires into a wall

of personal refrain.