Private Places
Listening to the murmur of the stars at twilight
You ascend over my horizons like sunlight
The oils of my soul surface to welcome Your smile
You bed me at dusk like the moon beds the sky
The stiffened lips of my fingers unwind with Your kiss
My spine arches in honor of Your emerald touch
Accept my scarlet imprint on a pallid silk handkerchief
Softly tuck it beneath the cushion that cradles Your mind
Visiting private places seduces me like the wind’s ballet across water
Labyrinths unfold in mystifying poetry far beyond the dreams of trees
Am I hallucinating? Is my mind playing hide and seek with my soul?
Your eyes could start forest fires; Your penetration makes women weep
Slumber with me along the riverbanks at humid midnight
Your nakedness laying prey to the fortune of my sedulous seduction
Your spirit is a bounty of virgin paths, a voyage through temples of destiny
Open invitations to explore the realms of Your fascination, endless obsession
Unlock the portal of Your dreams; inscribe Your name on the walls of my essence
Undressed feet are welcome to dance on my sacred stage
Set free Your demons in my sable flaming lagoon
Hypnotic orchid roses emerge from my garden rushing to adorn Your turret
I love sharing private places with a Prince of Passion like You
Captive, I am held captive by Your intoxicating charm
Ardor, I am filled with ardor when I drown in memories of You
Remembering torrid lingua, invisible fingertips, swallowing sighs
Enthralled in a pyramid of emotions, I pray to never awaken
I love You, Your simple complexities and all Your complex simplicities...
~daria S. dawson
© 2001
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