The courtship poems 9

My love
inhales.

I take
your breath.

scorpion 
tracks
of salt
from
the hot
sun
run down

your
golden
tanned
back.

you arch
to receive
me.

my body 
slopes
to deliver.

and stars
collide.

and 
black stone
belly clouds
burst to

deliver
white
snow
diamonds

from the 

empty sky.

heavens
rage,

love binds
us eternal.

this dream

 I have
 of you

tonight.
 

 

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patrick D Ortiz

Mon 6th Aug 2018 14:35

Cynthia what a wonderfully insightful comment it was a poem unto itself...

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 5th Aug 2018 15:29

You have a deft, true touch, with a fine balance of body and imagination, both of which are needed for the finest experience - of anything.

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