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Sweet night, a blanket made from scented space - holds this would-be poet in its arms.

Tightly - yet with care.  Caring - yet with passion.  Smiles her heart.  Trembles her dreams.  Hides them silverine in moments indescribable.  Night caresses her spirit with unspoken thoughts, echoing from places foreign to her understanding. 

From time taken by liberties, he waits, stubbled chin resting in broad cupped palm.  He longs for her. Needs in the flame of passion's roar to fly that time long laid in stone.    

Clouds drift.  Days flee.  Eons wreak weather to endless confusion.  Creatures fall within time.  Fossils lie crushed in their past.  Ocean drowns land.  Land erupts from water. Breathing rents the air.  One step.  A second.  Knees buckle.  She waits in her wondering why and what. 

Hidden within cloud where the highest mountains touch the sky, the man sits.  Alone, he is, wrapped in silence.  He groans, wanting.  Weeps.  Prays to the gods, calls to the elements.  Weeps more.  

A sound, gentle, soft said, drifts space.  Man hears.  Wonders.  Frowns.  Understands. Wanting becomes pain.  He groans.  He moans.  He laughs!  Somewhere, she sleeps!   

A rippled breath  gasps my palm,

floats 'tween fingers flexed,

darts space behind my ear, laughs my neck

caressing thoughts I've not yet dreamed..

what language now,

what meanings, what delight,

pray tell? 

you touch me with a hint of
honeyed power -

oh sybarite -
wrap me in heat so high I sizzle in my sleep..
look me.. sheet rushed aside I wait,

I moan, I sigh
to float 'tween fingers formed too much,
intentions still unsure but now.. oh now..   

you lean  forward
closer..
closer..
inhaling deeply..
sensing my gender
sighing -
sighing yet more

until.. 
temptation dared
and passion flared

I soar, I fly,

thereby -

thereby
however perceived
evol becomes reality
turned inside out upon its cap of what you will
emotions motion..

tumble in 
turn and 
turnabout,
spinning words, knitting language into shape..

explorers of such subjects
binding heart to hope and - yes
exotic inamorati all, 
lie bed or floor or chair or shore
let loose that secret word
that spell - that lost civility
from A past where and when

when

one word
once found
once felt
once shared
was is forever..

love
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