Poetry Thursday {Two}

I have written a million poems in the dark,
your body heavy on mine,
our limbs wrapped tightly around each other.
I have written every movement, every shift,
every letting go and giving in.
I have written the unfolding rhythm
of two bodies melting into one then
becoming two again.
I have written the details of every opening,
of heart, of spirit, of body, of night,
and I have written of the pulling of fire
through my blood by your hungry kiss.
But in the light my words are tangled.
I can't describe the taste of your skin,
no words adequately detail the terrain
we stealthily enter then exit again,
I'm unable to find words that retell
the story our bodies tell so well.
We open and enter each other
like doors in a dream, discovering
each other over and over again.
Those poems, written with your breath
humming in my ear, our fingers laced,
our lips dedicated to each others skin,
poems about traveling
the heated landscapes
of each others bodies, of discovering
who we are and what we can do
when we bravely surrender ourselves
to each others hands,
are lost in the night.
They slip inside the walls when
the shadows begin to reappear.

Comments

[Marilyn]

THIS is a poem that epitomizes what V. Day 'should' be about. GORGEOUS. Utterly gorgeous.

[jenica]

oomph. it's the perfect description of the things left unwritable.

[susanna]

This poem took my breath away. Beautiful. You have a gift.

[sexkitten]

You write beautifully!

[kristine]

Wow. This is beautiful. You have been creating such incredible work lately. I could easily see it published.

[Jamie]

What an intimate, sexy, beautiful poem.

[Sara]

Gorgeous!

[gkgirl]

oh.
michelle.

you
have
got
to
get
published.

[Meg Hatton]

wow.

[hele]

I speechless at the beauty of your words.