soft sounds of love
cradle beneath
a pale orange moon,
lifts eyes
whose desire curiously
opens soft pink
folds of love.
mouth searches…
an assuring touch
in the dark.
sepia shadows dance across
the dew-kissed September lawn,
hot plum wine breath inhales deeply
and then release a sudden whisper...
a confessional moment.
3 comments:
A Poem of captured moments
in a confessional narrative
of extended metaphors.
Dimpled with exaltation,
your word choices is intense
and yet profoundly candid.
In simpler terms it speaks from
the heart my dear poetess with
passion, thoughts and reaction.
“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII
sigh....beau-t-ful!
ahhh..this just took me to another place, so beautiful and peaceful. Lovely!
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