Passion moves
as a window shade
blown by a sudden breeze;
as a bare leg against smooth sheets;
as a gentle sigh in dreaming.
Passion moves
in a sheening moonlit arc;
in the softest sunrise
tiptoeing across the mountaintop.
Passion moves
like the motion of the grasses
when the wind lays them down
across the meadows;
like a whisper breath of spring
unwrapping buds in quiet splendor.
Passion moves
me
for you
this night is our last
few precious hours for loving
time for making memories
till it’s time to part
so kiss me hold me love me
lose yourself in my embrace
I’ll remember this
for as long as I draw breath
the smell of your skin your hair
softness of your lips
bodies entwined meld as one
hearts beating in tune
moon peeps in shyly
softly sheening our bodies
as they bask in each other
completely absorbed
time stands still for this magic
moment of loving tonight
passion spent we sleep
bodies still wrapped together
never wanting to separate
total state of bliss
alarm clock shrills its harsh call
time to cry say our goodbyes
8 July 2019 No. 4
The limitations slither over, around
In the gravity and measurements
The slope of my breasts
Pores sheening like rosy suns
And my brain, the quantum guide
The source of my vector
Allowing me no more room than the universe
As I sense that it is all mine
But I am nothing
I belong to the whole of civilization
But so do they, to me
"Land Sea"
By Rachel Heffington
The storm--a sea on windy wings
Crashed o'er and o'er the dark'ning wood
And breakers of a pelting rain
Beat senseless on me as I stood.
Beat senseless, yet my heart-strings throbbed
When to my soul storm-voices spoke;
Swift passions, deep, their words provoke,
And loud my heart's cry sobbed.
The rain--a wave of sheening grey
Stroked o'er and o'er my quiv'ring heart
And wind-tides with a gentle touch
Soothed dreams the storm had pulled apart.
Soothed dreams, and when the clouds had passed
With murm'ring secrets whispered close
My soul was stilled, as Heaven knows
By shimm'ring peace: a pool amassed.
Do i see pictorial echo's of love
in hues of pink? upon a heavenly ceiling,
dramatic as the verse instructed from
an eternity of muse's, conveyed in cloud valleys
under their thunder headed bluffs
outlined by faded magenta
and rising in coloums of power
or sense it within my need for colourful scenes
as light the the reflection of ashes grey
shadow my solitude, and daylight hours
no! i know it is.! & within its silver sheening come..
(from celestial realms,) this reflection of heavens flowers.
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