A Poem A Day, Poem #12

what was it in your eyes that sent me diving
into the water of way gone days, like puzzles
coming together in the heart, like blood collecting
pools in the gut for sick-making love
and i knew that i had to steal you with thief-slick
hands from the brilliant light that held you away
from me, like a breeze blowing a butterfly away
from its flower, caught between the shadows of
life and the shine of a thousand rainbows waiting
to glide in some sun sliding after the rain that wakes
you from a slightly softer whisper than sleep and
finding you fallen from dreaming into my arms
for a little milk of flesh stirring flesh and
honey-dropping-mouth-tastefullys like a kiss
resting on the clumsy continuum of the cascading
curtains of your hair, waiting for me to touch it again
with a tickle to the face, a torch on the spine,
just to breathe its air again,
just to hear it come inside me like a clumsy crook one
more time,
stealing me under water for crimes and soft collisions,
holding my quiet body under the deep down and dirty
noise of god