When the inky black of night
Washes over the day's canvas
That is your time
Your blood red lips
Your alabaster skin
mesmerize
Your scent
intoxicates
Your raven hair
binds me
even as I stroke it
I bloom under your touch
With each soft unfolding
I become more of you
and less of myself
With the sun
you are gone
I sleepwalk
through the shell of the day
waiting for yellow/pink sky
to become indigo
Come the gloaming
We drink each other in
Nourishing
Depleting
Again and again.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bits of Inspiration, Queen of the Night
6 comments:
I really enjoyed this lovely sensuous poem. I especially liked the lines
"Come the gloaming
We drink each other in" So nice,,,,
Sounds pretty enticing! A vivid sensuality. Thanks. k.
The merging of to loveres is extremely vivid in this poem
What a beautiful, sensual piece. Thank you so much for writing for the challenge!
Amazing!!! the emotions, love, scenery flowing flawlessly!
Lovely poem. :)
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