Sunday, October 25, 2009

sotto voce

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.