This morning, this love - III
A theme of rapture, by design
subdued - humid like a kiss delaying
its surrender to thirsting lips, ardent
like hips swaying, in waves of wait, for
fire held to crash a flooding tide ablaze
in other hips.
Stolen hues, a taunting swell of breast
brushed by glows of dawn – and afterglows
augured in heaven of naked lust, trickling
like blue impressionist touches from
between naked eyelids.
This suspension of breaths feels like
time coming to a close – and rather
like art, lingeringly made and about to come loose…
… With all the shuddering vehemence
of eternity.
© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®
who attains the shamelessness
of writing everyday
as if he were making love.”
You are such a poet, meu Amor. This poem brings to mind the sweet anticipation that flows like honey.
"Art ... about to come loose ... with all the shuddering vehemence of eternity". What joy, what rapture!
Amo te muito,
Teu Joseph
even the flow was taunting
excuse me for a couple of hours AD..............
of eternity." Outstanding write!
~Butch
Soothing in all its euphoria.
Love,
Taylor
Sandie May Angel :o)
Splendid work!
Vesna ;)
Leland
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Such lines--
Fee
YOur words speak of sensousness and eloquence!
So sweet like dripping honey! Alexandra - ONelight
May your golden light shine bright!
WArmly, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox