Mood:
I am never quite finished when I am with you
Slight smile, chiseled jaw, splendor is the heat
Of your kiss.
I am no authority
On love
Sex
Or any other of life’s deliberate moments
In the dark
You appear brighter. A gleaming gold coin
There could be no acrimony between you and me
Thoughts break
As I watch your pants come off
As desired measures are left on me
Like a plague or war
When I am spread out like myrrh
Love leaves its tentative breath
As you want me with intense devotion
Bed sheets so purple and you as rare
As Sirius, bursting glorious inside of me
Never one disenchanted moment
White rose’s luminous skin
I lie on your bed
I turn again, and glance back.
D.C. Ash
August 2006
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