Your name a reminder
remains in my mouth as
you become the other even
if just for the moment.
There is no us
just experiences in that
circle of your scent, I swim.
In your taste, King Solomon's figs
sticky on my lips.
Your touch alive like
fire opals dropped onto the freshly
fallen snow. Laughter at one point
will replace desperate hunger.
Hours tracked so carefully
not wanting to miss one moment...
I was not meant for you
you were not meant for me yet,
somehow we become the other's other.
In breath and pulse, heat and motion
you open me like a clean white saguaro
late in the evening. The moon shades
rosey brown nipples against a backdrop
of what is to come.
Moments so fleeting, experiences so primal
their trail on my skin a delicious
reminder of the heat that was.
D. Claudia Ash
February 2003
Muse6165@copyright.com
Posted by poetry/muse6165
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Updated: Saturday, 03/26/2005 10:13 PM EST
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