Softly,
in that quiet seductive time,
that private place,
dian’s decrescent moon
lightly strokes the midnight surf,
and ripples of foam kiss
the forbidden shore.
Blue shadows
are swallowed in sea whispers
above the undulant dunes.
the swell
of intermittent cries
animates the deep silence.
Stolen love,
sweetened in heady blue wine,
riding the waves of unrelenting desire,
ambrosial night attended
on the breath of obliging gods.
Blue rapture consumed,
released in subtle body scents cleansed
and perfumed
in the morning mist.
A ribbon of aquamarine light
delineates the horizon.
without making use of obvious cliches, and yet you succeeded.
I have especially enjoyed the beautiful sounds, the sensuous
alliterations.
Axilea
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Lovely Poetry!!
Much Love & Happiness To You Always :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
is enhanced by the passion seething within...Wondrous Gene!
ET
and i am left thirsty in the wake of this..
in the w.ache of this. ..
in the waking bliss.
nessa
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
This is so well described and lushly set - it makes a man wish to hell he had been there - as a participant - pant - pant - pant!