Waking up to a dream
within inward expressions
beaming from green firelight
of a night before…
the soft contours of skin
craving yielded desires.
Through imperfect fatigue
we found rhythms surrounded
by a wash of stars…
mingling surprised tenderness
with fingertips exploring
the fiery galaxy inside you.
Braced, staged, and pressed
against a chattering headboard…
cinched ecstasy and bodies
that remember sinewy luxuries
of acquiesced prodding…
hips colliding tuned to love’s
angelic yellow hymn…
The choir octaves
of an undrawn voice…
Euphoria split visibility
below seas of sighed
breaths that hungered with
with heaving passion
augmenting the way
your blonde hair draped
across your shoulders.
Lonely nights whisper your name
on the edge of expanding wings.
http://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/2014/11/24/slowly-come-find-me-im-tired/