As a dark flash,
a mere flicker in my mind's eye
does she come to me.
Her breath,
light as a spirit's passing,
is cold as death
as her lips brush mine.
And I draw in that sweet breath
feeling its chill course through me
tantalising my senses.
Her hand lightly brushes my cheek;
a gentle caress that wakens my
deepest needs.
I reach up to enfold her in my arms
as though seeking to embrace the wind
and, wraith-like, does she melt into me
inside my mind and body all.
And our passion is all consuming,
her desire and mine,
as we journey beyond this world
to the ethereal plane.
Now nothing more tangible
than a wisp of cloud
that crosses the moon
and reaches out to the stars.
I hold her in that eternity
where time has ceased its onward path,
her hand in mine, fingers entwined,
the moonlight warming us.
And then in a heartbeat she is gone.
I look about
and glimpse a single black feather
dancing on the wind.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 6:54 AM UTC
As a dark flash,
a mere flicker in my mind's eye
does she come to me.
Her breath,
light as a spirit's passing,
is cold as death
as her lips brush mine.
And I draw in that sweet breath
feeling its chill course through me
tantalising my senses.
Her hand lightly brushes my cheek;
a gentle caress that wakens my
deepest needs.
I reach up to enfold her in my arms
as though seeking to embrace the wind
and, wraith-like, does she melt into me
inside my mind and body all.
And our passion is all consuming,
her desire and mine,
as we journey beyond this world
to the ethereal plane.
Now nothing more tangible
than a wisp of cloud
that crosses the moon
and reaches out to the stars.
I hold her in that eternity
where time has ceased its onward path,
her hand in mine, fingers entwined,
the moonlight warming us.
And then in a heartbeat she is gone.
I look about
and glimpse a single black feather
dancing on the wind.
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