Tangling Your Fingers In My Hair
Beautiful one
its you I adore,
your angelic way,
the knowledge you store.
Grace resides
upon your skin,
sparking my heart
to beat again.
You have brought
emotions to the surface
changing my cauldron-like body
into a desire filled furnace,
making me crave
your healing touch
that which resides
in no other as much.
Its you
my beauteous beast
who drives my hunt
to look for a satisfying feast,
dodging trees
under the full moon
as I find ways
to deal with this Boone
Silk black sky
speckled with glitter
leaving me
to write about my critter,
swooping down
on gossamer wings
before landing
encircling me in rings.
And even though
its true
my body shakes
waiting to bite you,
forever
I’ll wander my land
Until next to you
I can stand.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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