Saturday, September 18, 2010

Eros Kiss

Thick buttery cream and melting candles
Melting into romance of the ages, of the
ancient wisdoms, of the newly learning,
of the bright promise of moonlight
and the melting liquid soliloquy
of the stars

I ache for the soft sweet flicker
the bare sense of bittersweet,
poignantly flowered.
I ache for the ancient words,
ever newly whispered.
I ache for the intensity,
so softly fluttering,
so piquantly spiced,
subtly empowering.
I take the taste of you to my dreams
silently melting into

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