beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

I Am The Sun

I am the

Sun at play on your skin

The water streaming

Beading in damp curls

Be the garden

And I the gardener

Coaxing life from the

Trembling petals

Of the flower that you are

Find the unspoken joy

Of asking permission

Of defining the terms of

Quaking release

In my

Yes

Or

No

How I would push you

Past yourself

From cast iron thought

To liberation of feeling

Let me cast my

Pearlescent magic

Onto

Into

You

 

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  1. Pingback: Weekend Omnibus – Poetry | MB Blissett

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