I taste the summer salt
on your lips.
You reflect heat for thermals
so your hawk soars higher.
I hold you
tighter than pain.
Your passion
ignites the setting sky.
I glide on the dream
of your billowing wind.
You strike, rip me apart,
eat my raw emotions.
Consumed, I lie
in an acoustic shadow.
Sated, you curl
into the folds of time.