tangled hierarchies ...

fevered breast
and i am stolen into courtyard
bare of foot, bereft of sleep
where only cool of marbled touch
may quell this burning flesh
supplanted on the ground
a sound!
cool marble solace shattering
sound
who there?
none,
but silence wafting
jasmine calm
across the mantle of the night
to soothe in tangled branches
held to breast,
a face! your face!
as i in act of intimacy shattered
by your eyes am caught,
in night blooming branches
of love's desire
that you and i are one ...