down lonely lanes
the sweet scent of
wild Honeysuckle -
Pink Foxgloves
tip-i-toeing
‘look-at-me’
you say –
you’re with me.
You’re with me in
the soft collapse of
every breaking wave
a light mysterious
breath -
caresses me a
gentle kiss your
crystalline reflection -
you’re with me.
You’re with me as I pull
the lonely crumpled sheets
across bare shoulders
while quiet shadows close in
a strange moonlight lulls
me to sleep-
you’re with me.
You’re with me at night,
Pink Valerian dreams
as we love again in
fields of Meadowsweet
you’re with me.
3 comments:
Fascinating site. Different from anything else I've encountered.
I'm very intrigued by the fact that as a gay male, your eroticism attacks my imagination.
Oppps! Forgot to mention how much I like "Remember the rain."
Thanks for that Rainhawk.....
Glad to know I can still get the fluids going! (lol)
Thanks for commenting.
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