whenever she's suspended
affixed
at the apex
of my mind'e eye,
she commands my attention
every breath
of hers
is the wind
tempests of life
unfurling
from her tender lips
'pon which
I run
a steady finger
tracing the grooves
of her supple
flesh
as she whispers
my name
her tongue flickers
tasting
the salt of my skin
fresh from the sea
where we first made love
where I carried her
from shore
to fresh water
to be cleansed
by healing waters
and leave the sea's poison
to the creatures
of the deep
the drunkards
of deepest sin
though time has passed
decades now, since then
I can still feel her
straddling my face
beneath
the running waters
silent
save her breaths
long & satisfied
every exhale
was purposeful
and where she lay
I remember
her legs
poised,
inviting
her expression, yearning
the world had passed away
gone, in the midst
of our rapture
and who
could have stopped us
anyway
I remember
my pride vanished
as hours
in my imagination
became minutes
in reality
I had never known
I could be
so weak
spent
how she took everything
I had to give
how she gave me
everything
I ever wanted
how no woman
has ever
given me one moment
as breathless
as a day spent
in love
from the pool
to the beach
to the shower
how no other woman
could trap me
in one room
for decades
and leave me there, waiting
with
no
regrets...
A poem about someone I once knew.
If I could time travel, and slip back into my past selves, she would likely be the first, and maybe only, woman I'd return to spend time with.
