Moment, Most Rare
We merge ...
I, rooted in your core
Grinding up as you press down, never deep enough
Supine, you on knees above, I reach up
Weaving my fingers through silken strands
I guide your head gently down toward me, moondrops in your eyes
Sweet tresses fall between us as our mouths melt together
Tongues playing their own game, soft like bubblegum
I swim up the river to your soul
To that place indescribable, warm and dark
We are so melded that I almost feel alone ... lonely
But in the sense of being US, and one
I could let go my spirit there ...
Without fear or regret or contemplation
I could stay forever on those shores, in joy
Lost in our union and ethereal embrace
But it is far, far too precious for those ends
Exquisite and rare for the sake of how momentary
And blessed for the sake of how perfect
How tenderly and passionately ... perfect.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Select 1, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Poem From Last Week" Poetry Contest, Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
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