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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


Embrace the Night
2005-01-20 - 9:03 p.m.

Whispering breaths of silver and bronze
Your naked tongue between my sheets
Silken clouds of tremors in the darkness
Makes me believe one lustful wish
Can mend a broken soul
Welcome my honey touches; heavy with jasmine
Stroking innocent softness; languor full of richness
Slumber sweetly; arouse me, dear silhouette, and delight in sensual promise
Blossoming awareness mixed with gentle scent
As a golden blush dusts silken thighs wistfully spread
Tasting the valley's edge, you whisper of love
Trembling on the brink
Reeling from a wink and a taste of heady wine
A tender dusting of love
Covers sweaty limbs; only wanting to
Embrace the night.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave