Los Rayos del Sol

You make my heartbeat
pause and reflect
on the playful kiss of the ocean
the tease of the moon’s
licentious cycles
the nip of patchouli at dawn
and then return to its
syncopated skipping
dipping into the flow of this
and catapulting into the
wall that restrains its eagerness
over and over, knocking
against hardy bone, like water
over rock, with ineffectual force
but the sumptuous caress of a
midnight whisper underneath
warm winter sheets.