Moon winds brush across naked skin;
Undo my logic, undo my fear…
A faint eyelash flutter,
A foreplay of glimmers through lids sewn shut;
Resting now, upon faded horizons, where oceans pool,
Along the soft-focus curve of nostalgia;
She loved him....loved him....
Timeless...the liquid silver of his lips;
Soft speaking patterns of his voice, an art form,
Lucid from lips, resting in upturned palms;
She reached for him... reached for him...
He came to her wrapped in poetic words,
A slow flame, igniting the darkness of her mind;
And while whispers gathered on the breeze;
Knew her biblically....
How powerless......distance...
Her body a sparkle shine upon wind swept storms,
Kiss to iris, sun to moon, bathed by
His silken facade, a heavenly release,
Pressed hard against her veins;
Muted prayers upon her tongue...
Led willingly across lush landscapes;
She knelt,
A sacrificial lamb; ivory flesh caressed,
Sweet sensuality, remembered, deep;
Like a kite rising on a sea breeze...
Love...the tender membrane,
A colour brush, shrouded in granite notes and steel chords,
A consummation of prophecy, vignettes of 'forever'
Written between flesh and need;
Loss, has no sound....Only a backwards glance...
She whispered his music,
A memory, a whispered echo, filled with mute pleas
Bitten into prayer pillows,
Marks of teeth left to tell the tale;
She stirs....
To fragile rose stem ribs and the splay
Of "might have been"
Her name carved upon moon winds.........
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 5:44 AM UTC
Moon winds brush across naked skin;
Undo my logic, undo my fear…
A faint eyelash flutter,
A foreplay of glimmers through lids sewn shut;
Resting now, upon faded horizons, where oceans pool,
Along the soft-focus curve of nostalgia;
She loved him....loved him....
Timeless...the liquid silver of his lips;
Soft speaking patterns of his voice, an art form,
Lucid from lips, resting in upturned palms;
She reached for him... reached for him...
He came to her wrapped in poetic words,
A slow flame, igniting the darkness of her mind;
And while whispers gathered on the breeze;
Knew her biblically....
How powerless......distance...
Her body a sparkle shine upon wind swept storms,
Kiss to iris, sun to moon, bathed by
His silken facade, a heavenly release,
Pressed hard against her veins;
Muted prayers upon her tongue...
Led willingly across lush landscapes;
She knelt,
A sacrificial lamb; ivory flesh caressed,
Sweet sensuality, remembered, deep;
Like a kite rising on a sea breeze...
Love...the tender membrane,
A colour brush, shrouded in granite notes and steel chords,
A consummation of prophecy, vignettes of 'forever'
Written between flesh and need;
Loss, has no sound....Only a backwards glance...
She whispered his music,
A memory, a whispered echo, filled with mute pleas
Bitten into prayer pillows,
Marks of teeth left to tell the tale;
She stirs....
To fragile rose stem ribs and the splay
Of "might have been"
Her name carved upon moon winds.........
Once everything flickered on a hint of pleasure.....flush to fever.... to fits of dream.....clay-smeared......Love slipped softly in, holding it's breath in the shadows of the night....slowly unlocking the chains that she placed around her heart............... J
