Tuesday 20 November 2018

darkly, yours

at last, the day folds to dusk
and our stiff masks fall aside, forgotten

in the room, ready for the flint of our skin
my fingers trace, retrace veins of desire

remembering the drip of golden honey
from mouth of your song 

love me
with all the certainty you can muster

night air bristles, the way spice darkens 
chocolates to red

sweet, with heat, twines with peppered kick
we melt: sea of flames 

the sight of strawberry moon, rising
to straddle your hips 

slow dance of tango, 
musky perfume of ripe fruit, fresh rain

raking memories stolen with hard kisses
in your arms, enamoured 

by the fire in your eyes, blazing bold
as stark blue flower-

i am sky - resting amidst waves of contentment
as starlight dims

love, hold me closer 
you are the salt of my poetry

Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Desire and Sexuality, hosted by guest HA, Anmol.   It's been some time I have published a poem in this blog.   Please join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit ~