Sundown in Onyx
Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.
Ask if we are far along enough
now
for a close up,
when my eyes are closed
it's my heart that answers
in body movements.
So does it really matter
from whence the wind comes
who tags along with strings
and violins as long as it brings
him to me
gently.
and gently he would come,
opens me as
soft as petals,
prying inside, branded,
as hot as a red iron
with his blushing in me.
brushing of cheeks,
in plaits of winter twine
and in my mind ,
I could not stop this soul
song from happening.
takes me into it's web of desire, and
cradles me there wet and unfolding
as a flower that
blooms in the dark dew
of June nights and gold leaves.
grasp my lower jaw and force
apart my lips, open my mouth ,
and check for teeth ,
examining the inner walls
filled with the width of the world
in subconscious whispers
slowly exploring the fit within reach.
love this body that calls for a raven
shameless and craven,
thoughts of him
black as onyx at my neck
oval as half of eternity,
there is no space
between my heart
and where this sun goes
down.