Water Serpents II, Gustav Klimt
I filled the night’s chalice
with knots of desire,
ribbons rinsed
with watered secrets
of the snake stars
I drank the charged blue
of the soul’s sapphire,
brushed the salt-laced air
between heartbeats
named the pining patterns
of crystal lanterns
your sacred fire
and you drift beside me ~
femme fatale fantasies,
singing sweet, sepal soft odes
soothing aquatic angst
placing pink, perfumed petals
where I dream ~
promising I breathe nothing
but the pulse of paradise
untouched ~
as I slowly awaken
to the tulip tempest you’ve stirred
within me,
tongue-teasing
along your ring finger
while my nails roamed
the curves of your
contoured forearms,
learning the lion-mane lines
above your merlot veins
like redolent rain
thirsting to taste
the electrified essence
of your liquid lyrics
rushing restlessly
upon my rose-moon reveries
O, magnetic charmer
at the mercy of your
white-magic spell
even an incubus
shall hide in shame,
forgetting tricks to tempt
the timeless trinkets
awaiting to be traced ~
Oh, how I tremble
at the mere thought
of having love’s floral thunder
enthrall and excite me
in tremors of rolling silence
for I need you more than
the wanting waves
aching to
wash over the sands
I am the sighing sonnet
only the sea-wilderness
within the island
of your gaze can read ~
a mermaid mystery
marked with tides of truth…
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