Midnight Poetry
Beneath the light of liquescent moon
He wandered from my bed
Where only just an hour before
He had loved me into waves of dream
Taking possession of my heart
Hypnotized with the passion in his eyes
Lusting with love in his soul
Claiming me for his own
I lay encompassed by his warmth
Imprint of moist kisses lingered on my neck
Our energy now drained
In sweet slumber
Attuned to the rise and fall of his chest
An accustomed hirsute calidity
Against the bare hollow of my spine
Breathing in unison
But I felt him rise
Turn from the linens of my bed
My breast now naked
Void of his gentle hand
A sudden chill as blankets
Were no match
For the warmth of blended core
As I feigned sleep
He walked quietly across the floor
Away from our four-postered paradise
In moonlight silhouette
A shadow slipping in silence
And with the dawn I awakened
Wrapped in warmth of an extra blanket
Radiance of his body’s heat
My hair in pillow patterned curls
Beneath his loving gaze
Delicious green to green
Morning's hazel eyes
How long had his made love to mine
When had he needed to cover me
As I slumbered
Yet when I questioned his nocturnal leave
He insisted it was but mere dream
Groaning as he stretched
Teasing and tantalizing with his smile
And lure of morning need...
But I knew better
This was not my dream, but his…
Sleepless dreams of a restless mind
That uncontrollable, untimely urge
The nudge of his muse at her unruly hour…
His dreams were syllables and words
In starlight’s silence punctuated
The lilt and laughter of his soul
That verse
Now leather journal bound
He penned for me
In the ebon of midnight poetry
~*~
Taylor Ryan
December 25, 2006
copyright .Taylor Ryan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
One of my all time favorites of yours. Your word usage is exquisite my friend. There are just so many beautiful lines. I think I'll go back and read it again.
Love,
CJ
And... yes, do tend to paint passion and lust in such a tactul tryst of emotion that ... ahem... leaves no need for pictures; the words themselves paint the heat upon this reader's heart and thoughts in overtones and undercurrents of most "devastating" strokes!-- Jeff
Regis
A belated Merry Christmas to you and yours...
hugs, Myrna
happy holidays to you and yours
paxA
Allen
Your friend,
~Butch
Ah, Midnight Poetry conjures so many meanings.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
I agree this is a wonderful love poem, but it is about two kinds of love methinks...one is the intimate and delicate communication between lovers...the other is commitment and understanding of a lover for her lover...one who follows the muse.
Excellent work here my friend.
The peace that permeates this write is like an infusion of camomile tea, entwined with the sussurations of leaves blowing in a gentle breeze.
Dear Taylor ... you have again reached another pinnacle of personal expression. Brava! You are becoming the goddess of the romantic writes!
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Love Tinka
Wonderful and warm Taylor.
Love,
Susan
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
This is, without debate, your best to date. It is a wonderful lesson in dedicated theme writing. After two readings, I know you are a poet's poet.
- Bill