amber.

Amber

the break of dawn

rising through streaming clouds,

shaped as angels,

coiled as flowers

and breaking on the breath

of warm air rising

between lovers kisses.

Amber,

the resin of eternity,

the blood of ancient forests,

poured into beauty

and polished in her eyes

of pure gold.

Amber,

her smile a passage

to a thousand delights,

a thousand tales of love,

a thousand whispered stars

in a blue simmering sky,

a thousand kisses

held in ruby chariots

riding through heavens gate.

Amber,

the sigh of the sun

resting on the ocean,

the murmur of

a satin breeze

unfurling before

her sensuous body

and I,

I would

ride each wave,

each jewelled sound,

each morsel of

frictionless heat,

each lap of laughter,

each slender thread

towards love

and bow my tongue

in the grace

of her thighs

living on

her touch,

her breath,

her gaze,

until finally

bequeathed that

precious stone,

Amber.