Saturday, 11 August 2012

• Effulgence

  That he touches me in my sleep,

   I have no doubt,

  A sizzle of his passion like the sun

  Setting down in my ocean,

   Waters boiling and steaming,

  Devouring it whole with a HIIIIISSSSSS….

  His fingertips feathering over me

  Like whispers of the breeze at dusk,

  Sweet kisses travelling,

  Slow warmth shimmering in the dark,

  Sojourning the netherworld like the bark of Ra

  Currents pulling and sweeping,

  Carrying you up to me,

  Breaths mingled as we fly through the night,

  Your fingers laced through my own,

  Lips pressing sweetly,

  Tongue coaxing me back from the drift,

  Demanding…

  As our bodies meet back in the physical

  And join in a way that transcends,

  Yet could I hold him to me

  As the sunflower opens to

  And encloses

  The bright spear of the morning sun...

  Effulgence incarnate.

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