Saturday, May 27, 2006

evenings are your robes

Between the veils
of day and night
A Jasmine kiss
of dusk
or the bruised mouth
of sleepless nights.
You come.

Your white legs
and sable body.
My hands, moths
for the stars,
portals of pleasure
and oblivion
beg You
with their dream movements
their prayers thick
with sensation.

You come.
You pull together
the light show,
the dark projections
the glimmer of transcendence.
My body is lit
as you cover me
with a lust
to be my unseen love.

Lithogragh: "Midnight" R C Goreman (c)