love, tousled -
handfuls ...
fine argyle pleats
your breath burns ...
core-to-blood-to-exhalation
you are black flame ...
coursing veins - permeating all
pounding music throbs, carnal
tempo set to your sway ...
with you ... and in you, rooted
I find my igneous purchase
shapes fall and rise, arching ...
limbs like frantic fingers
sweet wafts of Love's Baby Soft
the tang of derma, divine ...
sublime umber tresses
sweeping my face like time
"tick-tock-tick-tock"
approach, the dawn
come, the apex ...
your fiery voice, moaning ...
my name.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Free Verse On Love" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Premiere Contest Number 145 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
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