In waves
The glamour of your face,
your hair now loosened in dark waves:
the sudden rightness of these moments -
all of me now here in trembling awe,
kneeling (praying)
tongue-tied to your flesh
and rising heat.
(I need - I need so much to see you,
taste you on my skin,
embrace you
and lay waste to years of caution,
soft despair and waiting.)
The earth-bound magic of the flesh
that like the rain
must dress the land
in moist and blooming sweat,
must now - must come to me.
I enter your calm waves and senses
(how I need - yes, how I need
these bones and dreams and you.)
My Lady of these morrows and these nights,
my storm and sky and anchor:
hold me here in birth and death
and senseless, sheer delight.
April 26th, 2008 at 2:39 pm
You can add larger and better pictures on this site. Do you ever check in to TIBU? We miss you. The site turning into all sex stories or was it always that way? Sex has to be written about in a certain way, like in your poems or it’s just smut. Kate
I took down my Kate Becket account and came back as Gwynedd - same awful writing though!