i’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight
as it’s mysterious silvery beams pour
over my body as warm as your man essence
feels sliding down my legs
i’ll roll my hips in a primitive pagan dance
older than the earth , from the time
of stars and galaxies and flying moons
from other worlds
there will be no reason, no thought, no intellect
only passion, desire, lust, instinct
and the movement of my body in the moonlight
I’ll sing to you of the new moon tonight
even as
you turn your indifferent face
away
Poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday XCIII, writing prompts:
Indifferent
Pour
Reason
TC said,
July 3, 2008 at 8:39 pm
Oh the indifferent face… that’s hard
It was all coming together (no pun intended) so nicely before that!
paisley said,
July 3, 2008 at 10:31 pm
that rocks.. what an excellent way to use the words.. well a pretty excellent way to do just about anything……