Impervious
Hush falls, like soft down,
velveteen,
the canopy of night,
when kisses rouse the tender
nerves,
the tips of your breasts;
sweet buds pressed hard
against the sensing tongue.
until the rain falls
down
from stars and distant quadrants,
pooling violet shadows
dilated in your eyes.
A face upturned,
porcelain,
neck arched and parted lips,
breathing sweet gasps,
whispering of love
and love’s dominion,
as this time
suspends forever
frozen,
impervious to the rain.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
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