Shadowside

Eyes of deep brown compel you
To do, to go, to leap the breach
The shadowside
Of her half-smile
Of her raised eyebrow

To where, and from where you will never return
A smoulder-red sun slides into dusk
The night trees arch and gather evening in their leaf-fingers
Stars, hide your fires!
A rough-worn palm
An earlobe droop

She is soft to him, she feels it
His desire
Met
Left like the sea
Flow, and ebb

The low-strung moon rippling spilt ink
From shore to oceania.