An old one recently revised for NaPo.
Touching Light
His liquid thoughts I measure on dry lips.
We huddle in the bed; in silken tangle
of twilight, savage flame, I lose my grip.
He crosses hands around my knees then flips
a copper curl with licks--my balance stumbles.
His liquid thoughts I measure on wet lips.
I press my back against his chest; he dips
into my hips and fingers draw an angle,
then I, ablaze, he, savage flame -- we grip.
Head on my breast, he says he can outstrip
all honeybees, make blossoms huge like paigles.
His nectar thoughts I feel in searching lips.
He slips his hand beneath my neck; I trip
amid wet grass of hair, so our skin tingles,
lets twilight's peachy flames secure their grip.
We watch our bodies' filigree eclipse
as twilight wears an underworld moon bangle.
We taste our misty thoughts till water lips
cool savage flame, let sleep take soothing grip.
Wow, Paula!
Posted by: Dick | April 23, 2009 at 03:04 PM
Such a cool blog! And a fabulous sexy poem!
Posted by: Judy | May 22, 2009 at 03:10 PM
EXCELLENT, as usual. very sensual.
Posted by: kenn | May 30, 2009 at 07:07 PM
"We taste our misty thoughts"
what a wonderful and beautiful line!
Posted by: kenn | July 01, 2009 at 03:33 PM
Dick, Judy Kenn,, jeez, I have been away really long. Thank you for your visits.
I look forward to seeing what you have done in your blogs.
Posted by: Paula | September 15, 2009 at 01:08 AM