Wednesday 15 September 2010

Touching



Sunday morning
Tenting under
fairy light sheets
that flattered
and incubated our affections

The earth paled
beyond honeybed words
hummed
under venetian shadows

highlighting the art of our nakedness
geometrically scoring
the fractal rhythm of skins
that breathed together
like drops of water
sharing ripples

You
toying with these
hands
that trekked the landscape of you

Softly
You began sliding away
toward unchaste chasms
of a clasping noon

I splayed my palm
along your twinkling sands

You danced a silken pirouette
carelessly
back into my spoon


No comments:

Post a Comment