Poem: "Adonis Resurrected"

I am flooded with joy
when your hair trembles,
a golden moment
curled in my hand,
preserved and lost;

when I touch your cheek,
it unravels in shades of pink,
opening like a rose
at the first instance of sunlight;

when I run my thumb
gently over your soft
crimson lips,
I feel them
explode,
heavy with the sweet pollen
of this moment;

when I kiss you
I get drunk from just the taste
of the heavy wine of Eros
bubbling up from some hidden spring
at the completeness of you,
my own Adonis
brought back to life
from the tomb of age
and the dust of obscurity;

I feel your chest heave
when we kiss,
I revel in the perfection
of you, my Adonis;

I dare not close my eyes,
for I want to praise the
completeness
of your form with all my senses:

my eyes are blessed,
my hands are blessed,
my ears are blessed,
my lips and tongue are blessed,
my nose is blessed,
my whole body, my whole flesh is blessed

to take you all in, to embrace you
with all senses, to be under your
timeless spell,
the spell of adoration;

I praise you, my Adonis,
I wish for this moment
of godly intoxication
to last ten lifetimes;

I wish this afternoon,
this sun, this balmy breeze, this private garden,
would go on and on,
moment eternal,
Eros without end.