Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Secret Harbour.

Trace butterflies of love down the middle of my back with your soft lips.
Drink me in with deep slow sips and imprint desire with fingertips.
Tell stories of journeys already taken and predict those to come.
Blur mysteries into the rising or the setting of the sun as both become merged into a single day dream.
Sprinkle magic into each welcoming wrinkle, creating shapes of ecstasy.
Smile. Laugh. Moan. Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe breathless mutterings of quiet imaginings.
Reading me perfectly. Easily. Speaking the same language as my arching back.
Quickly conversing with my snake like motions.
Encouraging my body to dance to the pounding, relentless rhythm of your drum.
Teach me the kinds of lessons that will remain with me well into my old age.
Darkness subtitled.
Envision in braille.
See only me on a background of pure light.
Smile. Laugh. Moan. Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe breathless mutterings of quiet imaginings.

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