Monday, April 28, 2008
A little sensual poetry for a Monday. How to be erotic without being blatant...
Up to my hips in metallic gem-light
seeing dark eyes feast
was that your heart going by?
Up to my ache in wordless seasoning
tasting more than
skin-salt and liquid moon foam
was that your soul I savor?
Up to my lust in satin aroma
inhaling much more than
essence of sequined man-tides
is this where ecstasy perfumes?
Up to my sanity in startled “oh!”
uttering more than clichés
melody in key of vowels
is that the secret sung in swallowed “yes?”
Up to my smile in seamless grasp
pulling more of you inside than body
did you give warmth your name?
19 Feb 2003