We are chocolate and milk,
African heat on the
chalky cliffs of Dover.
You:
burgundy cheeks,
blue eyes splashed with green,
ivory body enclosed
in my bronze arms.
Chameleon hair—blonde
or red
or sandy
(Secretly, guiltily, I envy
your human palette of colors).
Slide your tongue, pink and velvety,
along my neck,
press me against
you as rainbows trickle
through us like sweet moonlight
through a prism,
and before you wake,
I’ll slip from beneath
our violet satin covers
to bring your favorite breakfast
of strawberries, milk and chocolate.

We are milk and chocolate,
Crisp winter snowflakes
raining on the Sahara.
You:
mahogany face
climaxed by full, rouge lips,
midnight body blessed
with smooth, crescent backside.
Hair like obsidian,
skin like dark wine,
eyes the color of Egypt.
(Your nocturnal mosaic
eclipses my palette).
We will dress our bed in violet satin
and you will caress me
with earth-toned hands,
but not before we
sup in candlelit intimacy,
unclothe one another,
then quench our thirst
on pink champagne
while indulging in your
favorite desert
of strawberries, milk and chocolate.