Along the fence
you follow
with ringed fingers.
The softness
is filled with wine
and fruit,
the kind that fills the sky
a beautiful rose.
Rather to stare
straight in eyes
without malice,
than raise the
rail’s edge
to careful lust.

I couldn’t tell
what this was,
barrier or bound.
But, nourish me
further love
where unctuous
is the whispered
word.