LOVE IN THE DARK
With the one who, between
click of bedroom door and
creak of landing floorboard,
perfects his naked midnight flit.
With the body whose perfect
roundness fills the no-man’s
land between thick curtain
and wide-open window;
whose gleaming snail trail
runs the length of your
outstretched arm before
silvering your hair with
pools of his lunatic beauty.
Amor
Sheila
Always,
Deborah
Axilea
silvering your hair with pools of his lunatic beauty...stellar poetry my dear friend. Watch out for those open windows, one never knows who could be lurking about.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
accident that "sensual" appears again and again.
There are not enough superlatives to express my
admiration.
Obviously unanimous.
Encore! ENCORE !!
George
Other than your innocence. ONCE again you prove to be a poetic master. No-wonder I loved hearing you on national radio again.
As I read this it brought back memories of a poem I wrote for my son, when new born.
My base mind apart. This paints such a stunning picture! Maybe influenced by the, so called, super moon?! xx
but if envy is a sin, then count me in, because I envy you the
muse that helped you perfect these moonlight lines. Great poetry,
from the click of your bedroom door to your lunatic beauty.
You light up my life... -gene.
Really good. I like this one a lot!! Thanks for sharing.
Frank
Newfie Hugs, Rose
There are so many lines that reach out and grab ya to this poetic beauty you would have to list each and everyone of them to be fair.
I see John is about to have and . . . er . . . Well, John likes the "fits." Wonderful poetry!!!!!
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Ah yes, i remember one or two of those...
lunar male 'between-two-rivers' lover for Kate
- different 'sinful' gorgeously sensual.
John
Blessings,
Christine
Regis
fee