Greenhouse effect

I fell for the pink and the cloud
of pure warmth that arose
with the evaporation of the embrace
that happened under your blankets.

Up to where the tips were, 
over the edges of your bed
to the window-panes
circled the scent of freshly-baked

desire. Even in the fall
when the drought had passed
and your ability to observe

declined, my skin was inhaling
the question to enlightenment 
and the corners of your room.