Untitled as of yet

Aphrodite reborn
I scend from the sea.
Venus on fire.
Atoms electric.

Do you see me ablaze?
Alive?
I will not be drowned.

Shameless I will rise,
    and rise,
    and rise like the sun.

This is what I want to be looking at right now.  The red brick of the Customs House devouring the colors of the sunset and reflecting them back out at me.  The red glow that warms my soul.

Fingers Down Your Spine (a poem)

I anxiously gaze your way
Trying to avoid thoughts of you that invade my soul.
I twitch and quiver.
I want to get my hands on you,
Run my fingers up and down your spine.
I want you with me in bed,
on the couch,
the chair,
the back lawn.
I want to open you up and drink in all you have to offer me.
I will treasure you,
Place you upon my shelf.
And I promise I will never, ever turn down the edges of your pages.