I Listen The slow liquid motion of her body sinks into my arteries like the deep drip of propane It is heavy, in our heart pulverizing every shard of sharp criticism in my mind. We squeeze our thoughts out with every embrace until it shatters our nerves into centers of pleasure, slow sirens pulse in our temples as they traverse down the unknown tributaries. The hush spills with every waterfall from our teeth kissing the flowing stream of our tongues running through eachothers steam. Every last memory before we sleep comes back to us in a dream. Your breath on my shoulder blows off every chip of resentment built up from the crumbling statures that others held in contempt; If Medusa hid in your hair it would turn every uncertainty into stone. There is a palace in her eyes waiting for her hair to let down like a golden carpet stepping our souls into advance of enlightement. There we sleep in our delicate dream surmising our beliefs in one-another into a bleak understanding of an empty canvas in ourselves waiting to splash our colors onto the other. Quiet contemplation in our company holds to the moon, like the sun revealing something like a face bit by bit; night by night - Until the expression is bright but still held by wonder: The man in the moon is finally recognizing his earth; the mother, above which he was raised. The landscape of her symmetry passes through his fingers in the hush of his rough palms against the fabric she bare he is lulled by the feathery embrace of her endless scent: Cured hay sweetened by the ripples of wind-strong days out in the meadow, being swayed. Im alive and fading like snowflakes in January touching anything warm, her green gems slide behind her eyelids but inside she is awake enlivening something within myself. -DDSS
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 05:41:33 +0000
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