A waking
From the repast of rest
Where we fall into worlds
Where we walk into rooms
Lives lived unknowingly

Her kiss was sweet
Gentle but with edges of abandon
Perhaps taboo was the bond
Or the purpose
My mind raced at what we were doing

As she dressed
She smiled
Nothing more beautiful
Than a woman confident in her desires
I reached out to touch her
As she diffused

The waking....

Clean casts and cloths!

There was a lullaby about

the entered dame,

and I might have coated

myself in her princess

name, tucked inside of

her platinum frame,

and ate the strut

of her barefoot flame.

No shame darling,

no shame,

I crave you just the same,

from your curls I came,

and your rose colored kiss,

I claim,

from the drops of your golden

light, to the humming flutes of

your fame!


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