clouds without edges, white like
soft pillow cases,
the sky filled with the pale embers of dusk.
the day drifts away, striding, skirts swaying
floating in the ether, untamed and restful.
sunken like the stars, the
dark begins to ripple its black
pools, carves its statues of wood and moon.
i wait for you in this opal night,
my legs a song of longing
my breath a shiver of scattering
birds, flowers in my hair,
my kiss gold blossom
unlocked with a sigh.
i melt as you touch me
my eyes whispering silk,
blue enamels of sea,
my arms
gathering you to me,
my breast full of
dark songs.
i glow, my eyes bold shadows of night,
my lips pressing in to yours
gathering honey like a bee.
i am your girl of the wind,
a jar of stones,
your beautiful muse.
gather me to you,
hold me for ever
and i will learn to speak
of love like
a solitary red rose petal
falling to the floor.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
clouds without edges, white like
soft pillow cases,
the sky filled with the pale embers of dusk.
the day drifts away, striding, skirts swaying
floating in the ether, untamed and restful.
sunken like the stars, the
dark begins to ripple its black
pools, carves its statues of wood and moon.
i wait for you in this opal night,
my legs a song of longing
my breath a shiver of scattering
birds, flowers in my hair,
my kiss gold blossom
unlocked with a sigh.
i melt as you touch me
my eyes whispering silk,
blue enamels of sea,
my arms
gathering you to me,
my breast full of
dark songs.
i glow, my eyes bold shadows of night,
my lips pressing in to yours
gathering honey like a bee.
i am your girl of the wind,
a jar of stones,
your beautiful muse.
gather me to you,
hold me for ever
and i will learn to speak
of love like
a solitary red rose petal
falling to the floor.
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