Smiles Aflame Poem by Diana van den Berg

You touch my God places
with a sacred heathen-song
and they open like a shy flower
bursting into impassioned bloom
and you twirl me,
blend me,
sing me,
sigh me,
paint me,
woo me
into willow-kissed dance
that spirals soft dawn fires
into a madcap blaze
of sky-high lift
of you and me as one
over the horizon
and around the world and back
on the blessings of God’s wings.

Our forest songs
for moons and moons enchant
and there is no other touch but yours.

You unlock a million doors of mine
that never were,
and throw them wide
to brilliant sunlight
warm and wild,
and moonlight as soft and slow
as your whispered breath
descending on my waiting
quivering
open lips,
and you show me
undreamt of window-views
of me and you,
without, within,
and dawn’s brim
smiles our hearts
in red-hot melt.

(27 September 2011)