Deliverance
Unarmed in shadows, slumbering
with unwritten rhymes,
collection of that first dawn,
wet with precipitation; I am
To hear your words,
breathless in time, with
white linen dreams, in your arms,
strokes of early bright; waiting to ignite…
Barefoot sitting near creeks edge,
the steady flow; poetry in motion,
in my longing, wrapped in satins blush …we
dance like flame, then…
Exquisite washing of peachy flesh, I splash
upon my body bare, Magnolia’s heavenly water
as my velvet fold that splays itself in scented smoke,
my ember; I give to you….
In the naked breath of day, with your
falling sway, I am but the grateful poet,
veiled within the wispy telling rain….. riding
a gypsy wind, seeking deliverance…
To cry entrance, within the kingdom
of your eyes…….
Copyright © Regina Porter | Year Posted 2010
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