My adored with his eyes wide and dreaming
of babies’ coos and technicolored fences—
God-placed vases teeming

Celestial lips, a tulip
leashed by a hummingbird’s tongue
hors d’oeuvres that ignite my soul

Cherub-wing ears
tasty, melt-in-your-mouth
like his favorite beer

Honeybear arms and ox legs
fertile tree branches, my roots
awaiting springtime ornaments

His chest, my home
a king-sized winter skin blanket
of shivering, lovemaking honesty.