Ode to a Twink

To put to paper what usually drifts
In fevered fits of color and warm blood
Weaving words into gently crafted gifts
Just as it rises in a fiery flood

Your pointed words can always find their way
Through air and twisted wires to the tender
Hidden places wandering fingers stray
O blesséd Twink, somber in your splendour

A dreamy wood, somehow I found you there
A blur of fog and tangled up we kissed
Broken light on wet skin shining fair
Be my druidess, veiled in vine and mist

Grey and blue eyes made of stormy sea
And lightning travels fast and wildly free