The Fountain

The Fountain Where have you been my love Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts To go wandering heights in vacant skies Did they capture their images on high As you floated through the siphoned mist of your dreams I stood on the golden rim Where comes this shimmer quiet in your eyes Did the blessed heavens kiss away your sadness Flushed you seem with a new coy brilliance Coquette by your demeanour disregards my question I drank from a sacred stream This sleeping softness sensual pressed to warmth Pervades the corners of your mouth; teasing brigands Have those loose moments retaliated their freedom And gathered the snippets of lust once again into ragged ball of passion I lay naked in the dust The tip of your finger is playing upon a pharyngeal string; my love Purring cat you are stretched bare skinned on a Persian rug Your playful whispers intone in those exquisite curves Flexing white porcelain opening of slow swan wings And I held the source spring of my heart Impatient now edges the tangled slides of your auburn curls This gesture turns your shoulder; from behind lowered lashes you look A predator’s toy in scratching claws lays its throat willingly bare Ready to be devoured by a single word; of love I stepped from the golden rim Your palms carry the visions you have seen entranced Coursing through your touch with eclectic imagery There is a moment of succumb, of slavery, in you, my love Relinquishing all but dignity, proud, honest, capitulation and senses devastation I drink from the eternal fountain