An Eala Bhàn

Holding you in my arms,

you are softer than any bird’s feathers.

Your curly dark locks

would make any raven jealous

and I can’t help but let my fingers

get lost and tangled in them

as I trail kisses down

your long slender neck.

Your sighs could breathe

stars into existence and for a moment

I can see galaxies in the ink pools

of your eyes.

I watch in awe as you fall back

onto the comforter,

snow against deep blue water,

arms and hair fanned out,

you put those elegant

water dancers to shame.

I loved you for only a night,

but whenever I see a swan,

I’ll be reminded of you.