The Naming

With petrifying fascination
I watched you unfold.

The coy glances,
stolen touches and kisses
the sibilant tease
we both craved
until, with moonlit sweaty
whispers you called out my
name.

Later, with an ocean
and your shed skin
between
us, I called yours:
Jezebel.

Phillipolis

“Dandruff on velvet”
you proclaimed, trying
to get a reaction as we
lay giggling on the blanket
beneath the mesmerising
Karoo night.

Too mellow on cactus
distillations that would be
illegal in most countries,
I just laughed and suggested
it was your turn to feed the fire.

With my eyes closed,
I heard you crunch
gingerly
across sun-roasted stone chips
and felt the heat-flare
on my face as the log caught.

On hearing your purr I
opened my eyes to see you
stretching
towards that same velvet,
tousled hair and nipples
silhouetted by the blaze
of the kameeldoring.

I watched you for a full minute
before returning to invent new
constellations