Sunday, February 20, 2011


a lust to create
innermost thoughts of the mind
fleeting; until writ
digits trace, precise
feather tips o'er rosy flesh
burning passion streams

pneumatic, aroused
rubescent porcelain skin
mind screams in desire

pure lovers combine
blind in the throes of passion
sweat drenched and consumed

climax, skin cooling
arms drape and surround, his love
her angelic flesh
a pleasant saudade
wispy clouds rise, it's nothing
pry off the brain's lid