in realms of you -
oh, you ...
you found me ... again ...
unveiled amid the bosom of my dreams,
my consciousness peeled back and flayed -
tabled in a twilight mist,
for the memories of you to feast upon ...
drowning in the fathoms of your gaze,
your scent - pouring its alert fascination into my marrow,
the tang of your pulpy tongue,
that confection sweetness of your skin,
(and the warm, wild places beneath it) -
vessels and walls and fair flesh ...
your intent within it all, to conduct me ...
while allowing me the sway
to exploit your exploitation of the moments ...
letting me control your control of me,
foxy, sensual smile on your face ...
perfecting your movements and lines,
(as a ballerina should)
it is all still there, as if the years since were phantoms,
gone with a breath of regret
and you inhabit me now, as then,
preying on my sleep-time meanderings, without mercy -
without an ounce of benevolence or pity.
oh, You ... no other vexes me so completely ...
no one pervades my nettled dreams as you do,
nor will anyone ... ever again
morning always comes too soon, blushing,
and much, much too bright
the love that we both swore eternity to,
that we knew with all conviction to be as sure as starlight,
and as deep as the sea of suns,
is now nothing but a damp blemish ...
on my pillow.
* TENTH PLACE in the "Your Favorite Poem Written In February" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. *
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