and like the tender glint
of a thousand august stars
that tangle in darkness
I travel over you
my breath
the nameless wind of sky
exhaling
between peaks of mountain breasts
my sweat
of summer salted seas
falls
in a gentle shower
as if to moisten the mound
of your fertile flesh
you wash against me
like waves over smooth stone
and I swallow the warmth
of your flooding stream
my storm brews thick
and I thunder
through your shadowed valleys
echoing my love in caves of need
as if in a secret language
calling out the names of gods
until
we are still
with the cadence of afterglow
and we curve together
to bend light inside night
like a half moon love story
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YUM!
YUM!
I'm sooooooooo glad you're here, you have raised the bar on Neopoet.
~A
thank you, anna! you are far
thank you, anna! you are far too kind. :)
~lori
Those last lines in this are
Those last lines in this are a delicious eastern style poem all its own, they simply make the rest even more stunning. :) I am glad you're here too :)
thanks, chez! much
thanks, chez! much appreciated. :)
~lori