I clearly remember how
my emotions thirsted
ice down my spine
curable.
Peeling the pomegranate
rounded, leathery exterior
pulpy, fleshy
sweetly acidic
canvass before me like
paint spattered magenta scars.
Against damp skin
pleasure so erotic
immensely dark
patiently unfolds like purple-satin
hyacinth scented bed linens.
Black cherry wine
poured ribbon like
burning me,
not quite like your mouth on mine.
I remember how every
emotion was a thirst
parched, desperate
inside my crystal dish
of sorbet sweet.
I dream when i go to bed
cool dendrite bodies
aquatic lulls.
The Goddess is at rest
beneath the opalescent adularia
leaves drenched, timid.
I lie before you
to know
to discover,
to possess.
Posted by poetry/muse6165
at 11:58 AM EST
Updated: Monday, 03/07/2005 9:59 PM EST
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