Black Beneath the Skin: "Simply Stated..."

Your eyes
can melt life into diamonds as cobalt
and seductive
as a folkloric ocean scene -
and that
is stating it simply.

Steady fingers,
kiss the lip
of your
immortality;
soft honyed wines
and browning ciders
will bleach living poetry
to your tongue,
permitting me
to lavish
in the metaphors found there.

Can you tell me that you love me,
simply?

Drape that night
about those silken,
steady fingers,
and kiss my heart
instead.

A clay-pitcherful of stars
burn there,
and long to be a drunken dance
of wild emotion,
swaying
and unsteadily balanced
upon
the curve
of my hips...

Tell me you love me, simply.