Her breath eludes me – it is alien. Trembling hands glide restlessly Through billowing burgundy satin dreams So soft, so ethereal they slip from the hand Like molten ruby.
I’m here, I’m not here. I follow her, anxiously Into a relentless density of wooded paths, united passions, Curiosity ramified into infinite branches of intent. Each one rising, falling
According to a smile – laughs, anticipations materialized. She beckons me there. Deeper— She’s familiar with these worlds. Already traveled, already there, waiting for the hand, Or at least its shadow
Aimless caresses ignite discrete flames, Illuminating labyrinthine grottos decked with playful crevices That glide, gently, hands, interlocked Her eyes in repose, satin cries unraveled, Gracing my countenance with delicate unrestraint
I indulge her fury. A small Death, all the sweeter, Awakens latent streams flanked by the élan of Reckless oblivion Within her bosom I am immersed in my cause Without qualification, Suffocated by the rapture of fleeting remembrances of Those foreign nights.
Art: “Spherical Romance Art Set” Holly Anderson