In hands, cupped like gifts to be,
I bring you ductile, liquid imagery;
I bring the fluidity of words meant for your lips,
the transparency of thoughts still tasting of lust,
like life as it surges, pure, from the source;
I bring you the moistness, cool, of dreams, and
drip them, one by one, upon that fever, sizzling
further and deeper than your brow;
I bring you a passionate, unabashed stream
of secrets - slowly dripped, like touches through
slightly parted fingers, then flowing, revealed,
naked, upon your naked skin.
In hands, now open like a body to love,
I bring you, poet, the gift that is:
my thirst; for you to pour, quenched;
yes, as a poem; yes, like love made.
-- © 2008 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®
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This is one of the most sensual poems I have ever read!
Feeling very twitterpated now,
Joseph
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(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
THis is so beautifully written, I always look forward to your poetry, So many times I read it over again, and get even more out of your words.
Much peace, love, and light to you dear one,
Amber "V"
Edwin
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