"With small kisses."

Small butterfly kisses

Shall make of your skin

a summer meadow

Your soft smooth belly will become

A field of flowers

Round navel, earlobe, finger-tips

I will dance you dizzy.

Like a summer breeze

I will ruffle all your hairs.

Like the giant grasshopper

I will hop about and land

where you least expect

Like the rich earth mole

I will scurry in all your dark passages

Casting up molehills of pleasure

Chasing into panic the art of self-control.

In the low setting sun you will glow

Amber-hued and golden-skinned

Like ripe wheat against the sunlight

Like the rosy morning your skin will glow

Burnt by the fervour of my kisses

Like a moss-rimmed forest spring

You will meet my thirsty lips

And the flow of your wellspring

will become richer as I drink again.
Like the softly sighing firwood forest

We may afterwards rock each other to sleep,

While the heat inside evaporates

 The way the resin from the tree

oozes out through the cracks

of the sun-scorched bark.
All tensed vessels unwinding now

Ready to rewind themselves again

Shaking muscles regaining strength

For another loving conflict

New tensions building like

whirlwinds in a wheat-field.

If there is winter and frost where you are

Close your eyes

Reach me your fingers, hands and toes

Give me your mouth, meet my lips half-way

And the summer

The highest summer will overwhelm you

As the heavy rain

raises goose-bumps on sun-baked earth