I stand alone without the muse
Reflecting carousels dancing in the moonlight
As the harlequin gypsy colours a checkerboard sky
Simple words dance when spoken from a musing
Whisper me a love born of a serene heart
Drawn in honey’d liquor lips of succulent choice
Dream in shadows of receding dawnscapes
Slender is an arched back caressed by a golden tongue
Trace contours of love gifted on a dew coated skin
From the pillow we can watch the moon rise
Let me drift into obscure dreaminess
Imagination paints soundscapes in mother of pearl
Silent shadows cast memories of a time not forgotten
Forever be the Jester wearing a silken skin forever
Taste a glistening finger, wet, salty to the tongue
Yet our eyes shall meet in a pre dawn escapade
Let me glide the tip on this love forevermore
Lay
Forever
On clouds of Vermilion
5 comments:
i love the way the thoughts reach their crescendo...kind of a culmination of what was felt and etched
Such beautiful imagery. Such juicy words.
a potent sensuous poem with a ravishing play of colours.fantastic stuff.
A very intense poem!
Sexy and provocative. I particularly like the moth references, the golden tongue line and the mother of pearl image. Vivid, and bright, if one allows the imagery to float through the imagination in technicolor.
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