2003 Poetry

time halts from spinning as you continue

to reel your athirst hand to my full frontal

waxing my breadth with the argot of your tongue

leaving my eyes see livid particles of bliss

we travel through the boscage of majestic grass

which have bowed to the slant of our body

caparisoned with buds and blooms quivering

to the moves and grooves of our bones

so this is the fire you swear beneath your scent

a chattel, I have become who blindly moans to your will

tonight, the stars will succumb their luster

as we hiberante inside a resplendent love's mantle

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 7/7/03

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