Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
your new short arriving
lustrous clinging body
;musk snugly arousing
quartered in filaments
pale, sallow rush with
instantly finger tips
linger and brush the
wane of day tenderly
)star(you're pert lozenge
is sugar thick minute
dreamfull bursting with
whispers electric; fall so
quietly, into the parted
mystery of night your
spangled nonsense and
two wrists'
2 hands
to palms flicker
with white fire infinitely
, which doesn't burn
yields to my touch   ,         and

                                                          whom i fill dripping
                                                          with my illuminate
                                                          
                                                          hush
PK Wakefield
Written by
PK Wakefield
937
   Makiya and Joel M Frye
Please log in to view and add comments on poems