Carry Me Into Darkness

By: Margaret R. Kramer

carry me into darkness
lay me down in a soft pine needle bed
tall trees reaching to the stars
protecting us
surrounding us
as our lips meet ever so gently

your hands caress my raised nipples
massage my round breasts
I hear the sigh of the wolves
as my milk gives nourishment to you

my hands search your skin
finding the scars of your life
the burns, the cancer, the nicks and pits from living
an orchestra of crickets accompanies my hands
as they reach for your maleness

the small forest on my body
shares its damp secrets with you
your fingers delightfully discover a small hill
overlooking crevices, crannies, and a cavern
delicately . . . carefully . . . your tongue explores these mysteries
as the cave opens wider and feeds you a different kind of milk

our blue eyes swim into love
twigs crackle beneath us
your body merges into mine
and we begin the timeless motion of
pleasure, closeness, ecstasy

slowly, slowly our movement stops
short breaths become deep kisses
our bodies remain unified with encircled arms and legs
and we gaze into the darkness
watching as an owl in flight hesitates above us
basking for a moment in our radiated love

BIO: Margaret R. Kramer

As a disgruntled insurance worker, I'm trying to develop my writing of poetry, fiction, and essays in order to get balance in my life. I live with my soulmate who finds his artistic soul in the smoothness and shape of wood. I live with my son who has an intriguing keyboard style and has an independent recording company. We share our home amoung the trees and flowers in the extremely short Minnesota summers and the snow and cold in the very long winters with a "bullet dog" and a nuisance cat.

daysta19@mail.idt.net