Take her sidereal night,
its darkness
and the shimmer in it.
Draw a co-secant,
a beam,
in your full-light trace.
The script is embedded,
it runs on its own:
see?
A pulse,
myriads of whirling suns,
a blaze within her,
a firmament
for a cotillion,
a constellations' jigsaw.
Her night breathes,
in symbiotic pace
with its aural lover
and, within its velvet,
darkness is an indigo,
drunk on orgastic throb.
15.5.2015
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Take her sidereal night,
its darkness
and the shimmer in it.
Draw a co-secant,
a beam,
in your full-light trace.
The script is embedded,
it runs on its own:
see?
A pulse,
myriads of whirling suns,
a blaze within her,
a firmament
for a cotillion,
a constellations' jigsaw.
Her night breathes,
in symbiotic pace
with its aural lover
and, within its velvet,
darkness is an indigo,
drunk on orgastic throb.
15.5.2015
prompt: cosmos [my entry in the poetry contest 2015, in LegendFire.com]
