What Lights the Torch

Such deep stillness made her tremble.
His smiling, wide grey eyes
and hair like a silver spun nimbus
smelled like a thunderstorm
and lit her heart’s torch.

Intoxicated by the night’s perfume,
they flowed into the land
of intimate connections.
A dark, unspoken intensity
rose up like a storm between.

They rode that storm till dawn
when love arrived on sunbeams.
The satisfaction of a voluptuous woman
laughing with pleasure
was like a newly opened flower
absorbing his warmth.
Her torch was lit.
He was at her command.