FOR S.

You capture me in wings of verbal flight
And tangle me in webbing, glitter spun
Of words, their fibers incandescent light;
A night of fancied frenzy is begun.
How lyrical your voice, how bright the tone;
Your woven words of honey, tongue caressed,
Vibrations felt in sinew and in bone,
They lay like gentle hands upon my breasts.
Can something so impassioned last for long,
These trips of pleasure, once and now adored,
Or will these flights of fancy become song
That played too often leaves us spent and bored?
Still, every time you touch me it occurs;
I come with you, and thirsty, drink your words.