Monday, September 21, 2009

Lost in Blue

Edges blurry,
Softly silent,
Like sweet, spring snow.
Opening slowly, petal by petal,
Unfolding willingly and full as a rose

No need for binding,
Safe and guarded in the enfolding arms of nemesis.
The bluish womb of a chameleon,
Who does not judge,
Because we are one.
Intertwined for both warmth and comfort.

Downy skin where I can nestle—
Deep in peace,
Without oppression.
Time shared,

Spanning an instant,
Spanning an eternity.
The length of the second unimportant—
All that is relevant,
Is being together.
No need for binding,

Bound only by mutual desire,
Beneath the lovely cloak of blackness and interlocking shadow
That neither sees nor judges,
Only allows us a tighter embrace,
A fiercer ecstasy.

I want to lose myself to you entirely,
Bury my face in your hair,
Smell its fragrance,
Feel its silkiness on my bare cheek.
The damp moisture of skin on skin,
Maybe we nibble at each other,
Sucking up the taste,

A little salty, touched with a hint of floral sugariness.
Far outside thought,
Lost in sensual union,
Where future and the world outside you and I fall away
And we are left alone in a knot of limbs and sheets.

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